By LEA GRAHAM. • Widdershins, (n.) counter-clockwise; to do anything backwards. For Catherine Kasper, in memoriam There is the hero who struggles east widdershins to free the dawn… he must struggle alone toward the pyres of Day. —Robert Duncan i. I woke up yesterday thinking “Wonder Twins,” that old cartoon in which the heroes […]

Anthony Howell: ‘Thin sugarless canebrakes raise their good-for-nothing plumes
Against the dawn, and in despite of noon, and to the night.’

William Prendiville: ‘I have made it home:
My daughter, bold Ariel, that monster,
And me. Milan is
Wearying.’

James Gallant: ‘Carl Jung saw dream life as often providing compensatory balance for waking life. That  might account also for my dusky  early morning ruminations. My wakeful persona be damned…’

Donna Fleischer: ‘oland Barthes’s writing language degree zero. crease to paper moment in haiku’

Alexander Dickow: ‘As disgruntled employee I’ll add you to the past,
A bungler whom always muddle and botched,
Whose photocopies ever gone amiss’

Katie Lehman: ‘Cyclical and sparse, her eyelid-thin wings approach
and disapproach among the grasses.’

John Matthias: ‘…neither girl could find a camel
Or a wise man, so Farmer Jones and an old horse
Were made to serve.’