By: Kathleen Klassen Find Me you might find me where The Sun Also Doesn’t Rise because the sky keeps falling trips over anxious clouds...

By: D. E. Fulford 7. on tuesdays after lunch some of us are pulled into a separate room/they call us a.g./we put on a play about pompeii...

By: Lora Robinson a prayer for the plaster cloud cover cast a circle, swing hard your chain smoke swelling like drums, percussive snuff...

By: Mike Seid On the Hero’s Journey By then my mother could no longer walk or talk but also had let go her shame and so she let us wheel...

By: Carrie MacLeod i can’t think with you staring at me wash then / forwarding entire mother shell speaks grist / lines developed for...

By: Dean Gessie You will participate in an estate auction wherein the contents have moral and probative value and no one has the right to...

By: Duncan Wu Daddy took my innocence; I was eleven, Screamed for God who didn’t respond, as if He was laughing, watching in heaven, Or...

By: Gabby Mijalski-Fahim Our lease is up at noon and I should probably pack Instead I watch her play Jenga with six cardboard boxes as...

By: Laura Ohlmann At Mom's grave, I brush the sugar ants away with my fingertips and empty out the copper basin that once held living...

By: Julie Nelson Okay, we are sick and dying and our jeweled earth sighs with regret for all the lost harmonies. Okay, we are here, this...

By: Stefano Bortolussi This is a here that you don't own — you hanker after it for months, then catch it by the summer's tail, risking...

By: Ma. Antonette Lofamia When you’ve waited two hundred million years, you can also wait six hundred. I steal a line from Calvino just...

By: Sophia Noulas Don’t Fuck Your Heroes, Kid. Yes, yes, yes, yes It all started when I declared that I loved reading Bukowski and a slab...

By: Joseph Mills The Exit of the Bear We take our two-year-old daughter to The Nutcracker. She’s puzzled when it begins, asking “Why is...

By: Mirabel NON-VERBAL Feed your feral with the heat of planet. Rings of Saturn come and go, trace Ellipses around me — you, deep stain...

By: Rebecca Petchenik All there is is pink and pink and soft pink and just a little bit of heroin. Soft pink and pink like your soft pink...

By: Katherine Gaffney PUT A PIN IN YOUR COY Plum blushed to see you, dear. Just a moment, while I tease out my tuft of dainty and weep my...

By: Anna Genevieve Winham living is faithing; i approach taste through your tongue. you faith in commonality: behind a million tongues...

By: Donna Henderson Aubade (April 1, 2020) It’s hard to get up from heaven, I say as I rise from your arms, from sheets fragrant with...

By: Connie Soper BIRD SANCTUARY The last time I saw you, it was still summer. Great blue herons rose from the pond, over cattails and...

By: Ferris E Jones She never could keep a man, Drank jug wine at home, At the bar it was peppermint schnapps. Life strangled her,...

By: J.F. Merifield Through The Picture Frame greened & overexposed if this photograph is of remembrance let it travel waveless carried by...

By: Marcy McNally Musing, I call for you, by chance, to reach and hold your fierce, proud gaze, endlessly exploring the depths of...

By: A. Pikovsky You. (in perpetuity) i wondered: when the sun peaks thru the trees do you feel the shadows rotate the earth, dancing...