By: Dana Delibovi We are lost in Beacon, New York, thick with mosquitoes that we three kids swat in the backseat of Grandpa’s Impala,...

By: Jason Hyun Winchester I. It’s more than that More than your hand across my chest? My words can’t You’re so quiet when you twirl my...

By: Darren Demaree maybe having children was a mistake i can’t stop shaking when i think they could be the last adults they could kiss...

By: Julie Nelson Walking my dog at lunchtime in rain, suddenly from between two houses, a row of mallards marched across a neighbor’s...

By: Steven Monblatt Trailer Park Weather The heat was a blister, swelling, smooth, trailer park weather premonitory, over-ripe, for those...

By: Elder Gideon how mom’d rant at the evening news more menacing than Gorbachev’s mark of the beast or looming mushroom skull fire were...

By: Samantha Wright There was a storm in the night, and the limbs were heavy, and the branches fell down. and all the basement floors...

By: Zachery Noah Rahn My teeth are holy: they have cavities slit tongue and make a stutter me sing out groans my dentist asks if I still...

By: SE Waters my student asks if audre lorde & lorde are the same person love songs exhaust me, they do, they diminish my credit score,...

By: Gabriel Ess In night’s supreme stillness, when life sheds its skin Of passionate violence, of tumult and clamor and toil That rages...

By: Frederick Pollack At last I turned it around to face the window. Such wealth! Paired neighbor trees, all trunk – they were here...

By: Marek Kulig Read outside till I could no longer separate the words from the dark. Saved my place with my finger, grabbed my beer, and...

By: Dick Altman Northern New Mexico The day lightning rode clouds from one end of the horizon to another / was the day we in high country...

By: Paul Doty Love licks the morning star, illuminates a life where you feel a voice. A rock and roll trope, a bell very early Sunday...

By: Kathleen Holliday Coven of One She laughed when called a water witch, and yet, my mother, a y-shaped stick in her hands, divined...

By: Isaac Salazar incisivus for a seed ever hear of a man’s siren call? in the fields of yellow embrace, petal works and such, touched by...

By: C. Eliot Mullins I was there when he died smoothing thinned hair against his spotted scalp He could not speak by then. They say lung...

By: Mikal Wix Her pupils receded into distant stars, pinpoints, divine and deep in their retreat— and her skin seethed with sweet ice...

By: Kurtis Ebeling Lying in Bed A thin shade glows with a pale yellow, draped softly over panes of glass. Irises drain quietly inward,...

By: George Perreault infrasonic we assume silence to be nothing though the deep basins ring with their hidden acapella and across the...

By: Paul Ilechko A vanished sun stained the roughness of their hands as you turned to the door blue against the red brick of the wall ...

By: Alexander Lazarus Wolff The sakuras blossom as I pass. Each cherry- colored bud flourishing like the unfolding of a Japanese fan. The...

By: Corinne Hughes Ode to the Line from here to there distance imagined ...

By: Patrick Wilcox Six killed in interstate chain pileup outside Flagstaff We spent entire lifetimes wondering what wounds looked like...