LAWRENCE JOSEPH what we do is // precise and limited, according to / the Minister of Defense, // the President / is drawing a line, // the President is drawing / a red line, we don’t want to see / a major ground assault, the President says, / it’s time for this to end, / for the day after to begin, he says, // overseer of armaments procured| The Common
REBECCA FOUST You & I will grow old, Love, / we have grown old. But this last chance // in our late decades could be like the Pleiades, winter stars seen by / Sappho, Hesiod & Galileo & now by you & me. // Let us be boring like a hollow drill coring deep into the earth to find / its most secret mineral treasures.| The Common
WYATT TOWNLEY Not the girl / after the party / waiting for boy wonder // Not the couple / after the test / awaiting word // Not the actor / after the callback / for the job that changes everything // Not the mother / on the floor / whose son has gone missing // I am the beloved / and you are the beloved| The Common
SASHA BURSHTEYN The slagheap dominates / the landscape. A new kurgan / for a new age. High grave, waste mound. / To think of life / among the mountains— / that clean, clear air— / and realize that you’ve been breathing / shit. Plant trees / around the spoil tip! Appreciate / the unnatural charm! Green fold, / gray pile.| The Common
GRAY DAVIDSON CARROL In the kitchen, I cry to the sound of my mother’s sobs. / Count the injections I have left before the vials run out. / There is no point in asking how, in asking why. Empire / does not answer questions. Genocide does not answer / questions—the answers were right there.| The Common
