Sampling from issue 6:

 

Germanism - CLAUDIA VAN HOEVON

O perculiar mannerisms,
in folly we falter.

Germander

Teucrium, I see your bulging
upper lip.
Purple, pink and
pale.
White globule of blamelessness,
from the terrain.

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Conimbulous - Omar Barzelay

Held needles against your collapse of limbs
Cows stand still though the dark clouds loom
Distant small light beneath is undone by the wind
Between the tree’s autumn bones

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Adulterated Positions - Arun Gaur

Halt awhile
when you kneel before that altar.
Men go like giant Lears
to tinker and weld their words to fit them
for dancing
on the chaste marble floors.

Ophelia meets Lears here.
And if there is no such meeting ground
then better to rest under some vacant tree
to get some snatch of dreamy illusion.

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Jar lid – pickiled onians, usda wale mort (to be said in a Czech accent) - Sarah Morris

“I am centre button
Sometimes I can be depressed
Please don’t reject me”