By: M Zaman An Ode to Cancer The King Crab casts its spell in one ochre morning. The sun shines through the roof where the crimson...

By: Katherine Lutz “Karintha was a woman . . . The soul of her was a growing thing ripened too soon.” —from Cane by Jean Toomer ​ A 12 by...

By: Rex Brooke I walk the old road toward my boyhood home where you are dying. The road cuts still remind me of ocean waves. Moving...

By: Danielle Vermette When my father was dying, he said a lot of funny things that he didn’t know were funny In the final stand, as a...

By: Mackenzie Schubert Pressing Flowers All things become richer in rainfall. The forest’s arms, my lover’s eyes, my grandmother’s grief....

By: Meara Levezow Ritual Were I to meet you in a high school classroom and transform your flesh into tiny plastic cubes, could I finally...

By: Sofya Martine I Ask If You Want To Take My Earrings Out Your easy hands push my hair -- then you confront the apparatus. You stop. ...

By: Margaret Galey b r o k e n nothing happened that day as I was hoping glassafterglass & no one sang hands pressed too hard on...

By: Jonathan Heidenreich To Be Found in Festivals for Kaitlin Keeping a winter court at the base camp of coffee grounds we learn that...

By: Laura Stephenson The Stats Spell Doom, Oh Well. Now, forty-seven percent of insects drop dead! Anyway, the science is inconclusive to...

By: Victoria Dym wolf room grief light this room is the same— light leaks through the blinds horizontal lines, morning art, the nudes,...

By: Gerry Hendershot Till Death Do Us Part ​ He stands at the ironing board starching the collar of a white shirt for church; she sits...

by: r. miller The After-Party once all the backwash clears and only rudimentary sediment or sentiment remains? No good-time promises to...

By: Jonathan Koven I was a harbinger of loss. I was twenty-six years younger with snails for brains. I recalled the origin’s solace...

By: Kim Harvey Memento Mori Things I can’t forget – willows lights in the trees my brother walking away in the snow what I know I saw in...

By: Bailey Blumenstock ELEPHANT, 1916 One great tooth was infected, hollow as a gun barrel. Before the parade, they gave her bourbon to...

By: Noelle McManus Aglaope I eat the tendons before I eat the bones to feel a snap somewhere in me like mother used to say like the...

By: Sammy Moore namaqualand ​​ october chill melts into morning peel back the sleep from our eyes as shouting fills our ears two battered...

By: Jason Barry Last Days You’ve come to spend the winter here with me, Where light is brief and frozen clouds still blow Above the...

By: Deborah Rosch Eifert Mon Père, Pépère For I am the King of Owls. Where I float no shadow falls. I have hungers, such terrible...

By: Margaret Galey reclaim the solitude & before everyone else falls away damaged goods you sd so now we know & wish we didn’t now we...

By: Danielle Unger HOW TO STOP WORRYING SOMEONE WILL LEAVE YOU The satisfaction of a search result autocompleting after four words....

By: Hans Lucht GONE This forest is haunted by you your long white body on the bed the muddy fields’ brown patches in the plane’s oval...

By: Robert Ronnow The End of Faith –ending with lines by James Taylor and Kenneth Rexroth Two thoughts come to mind this morning. The...