Poems
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from Omnia Sunt Communia
By Snack Syndicate, Astrid Lorange, Andrew BrooksTo push onto and into, as a screw bears down on its thread.
Marcus sings, in the morning I surround you.
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Warm Enough
By Jan FranThe question I ask myself the most is what temperature is my son
On the days we bake along the coast
I stare up at the sun
As it bears down on us -
No Gentle Good Night
By Debra DankSeeming anodyne and inert, coal and gas burn beds fouled rivers cannot extinguish
as if paper and pencil jottings, as if a careless mistake
taken care of with a precise slash to mark
as worthless dust like Them. -
Infinite Ibis
By Keri Glastonburyobviously aging (headshot short ashy hair
resting poet face, hook nose) but never
old enough for Winnie Blue in a silver
drawstring handbag after hockey: the slacker -
they heard how we are cedar
By Jihad Yassinethey used our children
for their walls
and took it literally because they do not know the beauty of our poetry
they call themselves ‘peace makers’ -
the courtyard
By Missy Higginsit’s in the body
a deep history remembering itself
starting out small
a tiny ball of rolling planets under my ribs