ONE POEM – Atma Frans

They’re small animals
wriggling to get out

Just let us touch the crust, they say
feel it crackle

ONE POEM – Satya Bosman

I know it’s over when I picture the train carriage
it’s an old-fashioned carriage with burgundy velvet seats
a little room in my memory.

TWO POEMS – Elliot Ruff

Words words words black as a cat. 
I just saw you in the periphery of 
Manet’s Olympia — or maybe Cézanne’s

ONE POEM – Helen Ferris

In the southern heat,
giddiness spread in a slick of sweat.
A stale and sweet smell embraced the girls
as they danced and danced
and would not stop dancing.