Broadsides

Plantains

“Everything ends, except this love:/Our bunches hanging in the rainy breeze” | by Juan Carlos Goleano

Floods

“The poor live on low ground waiting for the river/ to rise one night and sweep them out to sea.” | by Pablo Neruda

The Mountain

” I have washed the pebbles/ and the wind that clings to the trees” | by Hashim Shafiq

Fatal Flaw

“The fatal flaw/ works through/the body like/ a needle” | by Kay Ryan

Sexual Monotony

“those puckered flowers—/the first signal the nervous system/is turning to quicksand. | by Amy Gerstler

Cartoon Trick

“Today has been hell, he says, which means today has been/heaven.” | by Dag T. Straumvåg