By: S.K. Brownell Plans He says he does not know what comes next but we are always saying that. In conversation, lulls are filled with...

By: Marianne Lyon Today Mary Oliver keeps me company She doesn’t parlay gossip in rocker on front porch sip tea watch ruckus...

By: Sara Ries Dziekonski (for women who walk alone at night) Sisty scuffles into our diner with her usual bouquet of bags, orders iced...

By Mimi Silver Themis, goddess of judgement Morality is a thick-skinned snake she shifts in shedding a wide coat variably blind or sided,...

By: Travis Stephens Disheartened by reports of careless plastic bits in all the waters, we poke the chair legs into the wet-dry border,...

By: Kerstin Schulz The trees are wrapped in caution tape precursors to a crime, a paper rape nestled in the fine print. Talcum powder, a...

By: Raymond P. Hammond The Three Virtues Faith Cold steel running through my lips— 22-short rounds pointed at my uvula, the bullets...

By: Clifford Venho Night It hovers around my ears, covers my eyes with clarity of the unseen; it unfolds, petal by petal, the flower of...

By: Peter Sagnella In spring the promise was first fissures: light that splintered chinks in warping boards, dirt floor thawing like a...

By: C. Prudence Arceneaux The lady lobster is lucky, she gets to pee everywhere [fanning it, so to speak]. It is the evolution of humans...

By: R.C. Neighbors Something Like Heaven 1. I get sad the schoolgirl says as her eyes well like a cartoon impossible amounts of...

By Sheila Bender By a Window Overlooking a Ravine I. An and, a that, an adjective remove themselves. A fissure and my poem arrives. II....

By: Maria Prudente Tonight, we split the fear of our lives toward the exhausted sky desperately as a bull, forcing his horns into flesh....

By: JC Reilly the next time | someone | perhaps you | my friend | tells me that fat | is bad | that I could be so pretty || if || I lost...

By: Dan Raphael Given the weather the long expired warranty removing one shirt to find another when i can’t read the bus’s destination...

By: Heather Quinn after torrin a. greathouse i examine the bones of an incandescent bulb, crystalline glass, base & socket, thin wiry v ...

By: Samantha Tkac We agree that it was just a kiss. That the kiss was innocent, which means it wasn’t. I’m supposed to scoff over scones...

By: Matthew Corsi These organics return for the night shift Breath smoke laced, skin dead dry, eyes glazed with carbon monoxide....

By: Karla Khine The cache of red and black that rests in my attic never bleeds. I Its dimensions are endless, and I hope the company of...

By: Jacob Weil In that quiet was a something, Pinprick black shoelaces swimming lazily in the swamp, never breaking the surface. The man...

By: Caitlin Ferguson Letter for the End of the World [Redacted] Listen, I tried to unmake [ ] the little apartment trees bent over and so...

By: Lyall Harris for Savia I didn’t know it would be this season or that I would be standing on the shore while she wandered into the...

By: Elizabeth Lorayne She takes my hand And guides it away— Away from the trigger Of the cold steel That lies in my sweaty Palm. Yet...

By: Ashley Sapp “Gaping, Girl" We hiked in the dead of summer, dead on our feet, dead ahead. We felt between our breasts and swiped at...