Two Poems by Susanna Lang

Hiatus

            in memoriam Renee Good

We are a field
untilled, an empty

echoing well, a trellis
winter’s stripped of its vine,

a bell held still,

a river muzzled
by ice, a widow

bewildered

by the abrupt bark
of a gun

            •

No one knows
when river ice

will break up –
it rots from inside

then jams, erects
a barricade

            •

Listen – the river
groans

the bellringer
pulls on the rope


On the Blue Line

            Chicago, January 2026

Sunday afternoon, snow driven by wind. We weren’t surprised to find two seats together. Who goes out in this weather?

But at the next stop, and the stop after that, the car filled up, puffy coats, scarves pulled up, hats pulled down. Signs in their mittened hands, Estoy aquí por los que no pueden venir, ICE OFF OUR STREETS, Silverio Villegas González, Renee Nicole Good, Alex Pretti. Justice for, justice for, when will this end? Drawing of a blue hat worn by a five-year-old standing in the snow, held by a man who isn’t his father.

The train grew warm.
We had nothing in our hands.


Susanna Lang divides her time between Chicago and Uzès, France. Her most recent chapbook, Like This, was released in 2023 (Unsolicited Books), along with her translations of poems by Souad Labbize, My Soul Has No Corners (Diálogos Books). A new collection of Souad Labbize’s poems, Unfasten the Silk of Your Silence, was published in 2025 by Éditions des Lisières, and her translation of My Forests by Hélène Dorion is forthcoming from Book*Hug Press. Her fourth full-length collection of poems, This Spangled Dark, is forthcoming from Cornerstone Press. Her poems, translations and reviews have appeared in such publications as The Common, Asymptote, Tupelo Quarterly, American Life in Poetry, Rhino Reviews, Mayday and The Slowdown. Her translations of poetry by Yves Bonnefoy include Words in Stone and The Origin of Language, and she is now working with Hélène Dorion and Christine Guinard on new translations. More information is available at www.susannalang.com.

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The Law

By Anne Reiner

                            For Alex Pretti

we’re all under the same law
Newton’s third
where forces always come in pairs 

tear gas roars at 
a citizen
a citizen 
roars back with an
equal and opposite force
of a protest 

a knee pushes against
a neck 
a neck
pushes back with an 
equal and opposite force 
of a movement

an agent of the state shoots
a bullet 
a bullet 
a bullet 
a bullet 
a bullet 
a bullet 
a bullet 
a bullet 
a bullet 
a bullet 

• • •

my young son tells me
a ball could pass through a bat
if all the atoms 
arranged themselves
with unerring exactness

if we the people 
had a rising
that was 
atomic 

and arranged ourselves
just 

so we passed
right through them

a strike without a hit 

in our unequal and opposite 
reaction

to lay down
the law


Anne Reiner is a writer and biostatistician based in New York City. Visit her website at annereiner.com.

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Unbroken

A Poem by Karen Crawford

There was a dream
a welcome
a torch
a flame
A yearning to breathe free
Now a mask of men in unmarked cars
willing to bend an arm
a knee
There’s a mission
should they choose to accept it
A price
should they choose to collect it
There’s a feast at a Mexican restaurant
after dinner they’ll raid it
There’s news coverage
there’s pressure
Without fear
Without favor?
Opinions first
Alternative facts later?
Snow
Whistles
Bounties?
Saviors
Where are you from?
Show me your papers
There’s a sweep
a goal
a quota
a spin
The worst of the worst
code for color of skin
Does it feel Pretti Good to commit cardinal sin?
Snap tackle pop
Tase for the win
Where’s your nurse at
your gardener
your nanny
your cook?
Going going gone
by hook or by crook
Their status unprotected
Greener pathways rejected
This land is not made for you
Just me
Maria
last seen at Our Lady of the Holy Rosary
Miguel
last seen in the parking lot of Home Depot
Yolanda
last seen Living Más at Taco Bell
Jose
last seen running from La Migra
Maria
Miguel
Yolanda
Jose
Say their names wear it out
Maria
Miguel
Yolanda
Jose
May God shed grace on thee
Maria
Miguel
Yolanda
Jose
Unbroken in the land of dreams


Karen Crawford is a writer, with Puerto Rican roots, who lives and writes in the City of Angels. Her work has been included in Best Microfiction 2025, Fictive Dream, Bending Genres, The Citron Review and elsewhere. You can find her on X @KarenCrawford_ and Bluesky @karenc.bsky.social.

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