By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“He held a mirror up to our very best selves”

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“the blood-soaked refuse left from a pillage”

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“Look! Look around you!”

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“The adults have deserted us to their own cause”

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“We were shaken from a kind of dream”

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“Nothing more forlorn than an eviscer­ated machine”

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“Otto picked his way through the debris…”

By: Chad Parmenter

Poems of the Dark Knight, a cycle by Chad Parmenter.

By: Matthew Battles

Matthew Battles’ version of an archive-bound Chinook tale.

By: Stephanie Burt

Catz haz epiks, says poet Stephen Burt.

By: Joshua Glenn

THE ARGO­NAUT­ICA trans­lated by Joshua Glenn

By: James Parker

“He’ll pack your gizzard with blizzard, this wizard.”

By: Flourish Klink

THE ILIAD translated by Flourish Klink