by After Sueko

I see her bent from old age
the archipelago of her spine
aglow in zombified light of long dead stars.

by Zara Raab

Standing on the dock to greet the ships,
a woman middle-aged avoids my gaze,
as if she hadn’t known me almost all 

“My dad was killed on the very last day of the Iran-Iraq War which, metaphorically speaking, marked the beginning of my personal crusade—a battle against atrocity and hysteria, against tendentious reporting and mendacious propaganda, against devotional insanity and emotional inertia.

“These three poems appear in my recently finished third manuscript titled The Book of Flames. The poems continue a theme explored in my second book, The Minor Territories (Sundress Publications 2018).

by J.C. Todd

The Lunas have fallen
in Chiapas, households
emptied before daybreak,
slaughtered in a cavern

B.A. Van Sise is an author and photographic artist focused on the intersection between language and the visual image.