Amelia Martens's prose poems sparkle with dark wit, moving from the mundane to the metaphysical with plainspoken lyricism.

These prose poems read like postcards from Grief Island, written with keen awareness of Death's everyday presence.

"You must write a self/ out of waiting/ to speak" asserts Alina Ștefănescu's Dor and oh, what a prismatic, many-headed self has been written into existence wi