By: Anita Nahal The last fledgling was born just before humans came along to burn history. Boulders yawned with wide open mouths and let...

By: James Redfern Toy piano plays insane, trying to catch up with harpsichord, and a skull bends back on the tip of a spine laughing with...

By: Aria Dominguez On a bitter moonlit eve in our backyard, a crow flounders in deep snow. Rasping as it breathes, hard. I approach...

By: Rucker Manley returning to the abandoned thrones of god where he reveals his drift; holy transience exposes the unconquerable scars...

By: Josh Anthony no threat the moose comes out to get drunk on fermented apples that a friend and i have just crunched under our rubber...

By: Greg Sendi They are not lunatics, hypochondriacs, or frenetics; but they have a mixture of all these kinds of diseases, which,...

By: Steve Barichko georgic i begin as a giant priest swinging smokeboxes among rows of temples the combs are for cutting out for dripping...

By: Muhammad Saleemi Medical Student Six ink crows sweep the pliant pewter air and press into the deep of his still shoulder. Milk light...

By: Bernadette Martonik Bird Song: One She plucked their dirty feathers until they were clean and put them in a cage strapped to the back...

By: Stephanie L. Harper Missive (To the White Oak's Depths) i don’t find it a stretch to conceive that you could one day be six hundred...

By: Pete Mackey My God nuzzles the rifle into his shoulder, braces one elbow on the shelf and aims at ducks rising from the water before...

By: Kathleen Holliday We were born out of the same fire a flicker of flame in our eyes: my older sister — a raging pyre her ululations,...

By: Judith Combs-Reyes Persephone Today I wrapped my bed in black flowers threaded my two ruby rings with twine hung them over my head...

By: Dominic Blanco The Humboldt Park Field House overlooks the lagoon where I stand. Another winter coming on. Overhead, the Barn...

By: Amal Haddad For Laura Palmer and the Ceiling Fan Laura, when I lived in your house all our lightbulbs blew. Your room had a closet...

By: Milo Merrill Strawberry California it isn’t God’s fault we like the same TV shows, laugh at the same jokes and become each other’s...

By: Patrick Schiefen Perennial Joseph called me out for the chrysanthemum petals plucked onto the floor but I swore they were wilting...

By: Andreea Ceplinschi Good Face in Facebook sunsets it’s not the you or I who drink themselves yellow, behind clever quips on the state...

By: Brian Baker The fish eye stares at you. Incriminates, right up until the hook pops out of its center, a 3D effect, looks to be headed...

By: Doug May Etagere Nearly a century ago it rode By steamer from Le Havre and east by train To where a porter’s swaying buckboard sat In...

By: Keith Huettenmoser No one has picked the apple tree this year. Time will never learn to be content to let what was be, so the wasps...

By: Kent Weigle We all return by a salt rusted dawn exhausted first thaw brings softrot blossoms budded fat flies hazin a cloud of...

By: Jake Bailey voice of God drifts sideways, left I’m left here, here is a hovel of stone alone, then bark, then bite, night is nexus...

By: Julie Nelson I wanted to write poems all morning. But because it’s my turn and because I promised I mowed the lawn instead with only...