By: Allissa Hertz You’re standing and your falling. passively. On the edge of nowhere is your own voice leaking out of your body in a...

By: Scott Ferry The woman I dated when I was 27 used to explain that her father communicated with her through streetlights, hallway...

By: James Zaferopolos You hear the twitter of them, off, the furies, as they drift, Descending to the water, slowly, like a flock of...

By: M Zaman Sly and stealthy, like your other brethren you too have jumped from host to human; (an animal, rogue with a wrathful ruse,...

By: Matthew Feinstein I. The way she stroked my hair. II. The country songs she played in the car. III. Her browning lawn. IV. A wool...

By: Robert Eugene Rubino Wrestling vs. Boxing (or Silliness vs. Seriousness vs. Dead Seriousness) It’s false, it’s fake, it’s fantasy,...

By: Jordan Crook Excepting the snowy slick / asphalt I’d hit / the speed limit / and not creep quietly by / the full funeral home /...

By: Kaitlin Kerr 1. Ink on fingertips dissolving. I find a teabag, three hours later, cold and brittle. I’m regretting with a sigh that’s...

By: Ilari Pass He said: “You sure look familiar. Don’t I know you?” And by familiar, he meant somebody used to stand naked before him...

By: Bobby Mullan C:\Users\Robert> //break loop example #include <iostream> using lamespace std; int main ( ) { do { with eyes closed,...

By: Monica Stevens-Kirby The day after summer, skies fall in, walls close round, like June is the name of your only girl, coiled-tight...

By: Melissa Evans here deliquesce here deliquescing heat hustled by the moor’s bold breath has brittled this dale to dust here fell...

By: Yasmin Kloth I never asked my mother for the list she made of other names I could have been the day I was born. I knew the one she...

By: Christine Hamm Oil Can Various necklaces found or thrown in a recycling bin, the garbage disposal, the community dump: what most...

By: Heather Quinn to shimmer & fall some of us have stars for neurons that shoot in jagged lines across the night sky they fall ​ like...

By: Andrew Hutto Sequence in III 1. Doxa Negotiate from unwilling-willing to the psychologization of small glass mirrors, measurements, ...

By: Christie Towers The window is a plant hospital, small huddle of yellow green things, nameless leaves curling against the cold....

By: Jose Oseguera Roosting desiccated on a road trudged by my grandparents from Michoacán to Tijuana, San Diego to San Fernando in Los...

By: Angela Gaito-Lagnese Cadenza in the Key of G Huntington Beach, years since I called California home, just ahead of losing myself...

By: Aisha Down Two Philosophers Go to the Bathhouse for Yifan Wu Everyone naked. The waters prickling at the seam of skin and sky. All...

By: Sarah Pross Gray clouds hang heavy over the ridge, almost hide scars of the burning. Turkeys wander the yard, fan out, search for...

By: Roy Bentley Before Before we were born we found ways not to exist… —D. Nurske, “The Body” (The New Yorker, January 6,...

By: Mary Claire Shingleton She is overflowing. She is terrified of men, delicate down to the very capillaries that open and close without...

By: S. B. Terebinth A star should love the death of stars. Less agonistic light, and, in that striving solitary’s heart, ​ Less death for...