By: Syd Shaw Gloss The house shines as if new-born, delivered by the sky. Once, you fell over each word; now you nod off on the sofa,...

By: Patrick Meeds I love how a familiar word becomes strange when you repeat it over and over. Try it. Say your favorite word over and...

By: Alexandra Green Together we are in the ground pulling on each other to reach the sun soaking in the sun choked by the other choking...

By: Sujash Purna bereft of memories, there’s a soul patch, the redhead woman swings her body to the breaking glass rhythm, a festered...

By: Ellen Skilton Yesterday's Thunderclap Looked at Me with Awe My toddling daughter spoke in sentences before words – the intonations...

By: Paul Iasevoli Tonight I learned a new term on the Nightly News as the words “concertina wire” crawled above pixelated pictures of...

By: Erica Hoffmeister Creationism Theory In Sunday School, I was taught of the point of creation. In the week the world was built, god...

By: Yvonne Morris People aren’t cups, flasks, barrels of goodness. They aren’t a pocketful, plateful, or planeload of malice. Neither are...

By: Kate Kearns Poem Without Glasses On These words are stand-ins for themselves, imprecise letters made from muscle memory, like a meal...

By: Jean Passarelli Last autumn was our undoing - a cumulonimbus of fluffy tops and dark bottoms that hit me right in the sky, with a...

By: M. Ocampo McIvor Under fading stars, the dark of night receding, I drink in the setting strawberry moon and toast the newborn day. A...

By: Anita Nahal Of in-law daughters and mothers And so Draupadi’s bridal sari was ensconced in a monsoon drizzle of wishful sequins that...

By: Samantha Wright There is sky-blue Chevy carving its way across the American summer. I’m right behind it. I follow until it’s a...

By: Josephine Pino I am the hollow ends of the stems grown out of control. I await the hatchet, forlorn in open mouthed surprise, even as...

By: Trapper Markelz Who Goes First? The friend says: I am here for you. I need nothing but your eyes. I will remove the cherry pits just...

By: Elodia Esperanza Benitez Nettle cried down to Rock And Rock later recalled to Beetle Who visits us in our decay What of our mother,...

By: Olga Dugan The Frame spring cleaning done, redressing walls my niece, and day pupil since illness, early retirement, holds up a...

By: Karen Greenbaum-Maya As though this needed to be said. Even if reincarnated, we are vivid this way only this time. I fill feeders for...

By: Ash Good us? beautiful / prepared for our own demise Vanport, Ore., Sept. 26, 2020 In “us? beautiful / prepared for our own...

By: Virginia Laurie A lesbian's response to Whitman I want to sing again: her body, electric I want her performance & her sacred I know a...

By: Joseph Kerschbaum Camouflaged in ivy & underbrush, headlights approached & dissolved as my friends dared each other to see who had...

By: Clif Mason Selfie with Percy Bysshe Shelley Voices arise from the vast miasma of the distressed & depressed, the recently deceased....

By: Jenny Keto a cut orange in drought—to bite into wet flesh after tachy- heart cardio burns breath hot as air air hot as breath...

By: Thomas Sepulveda Remembering water The months of rain have ended. I remember I am supposed to water the yard, I remember you in the...