By: Mimi Jennings Line up paper dwelling places, facial recognition databases. Include elderberries & their contemporaries across...

By: Naomi Edwards Fox Looked for the fox I saw in the dark grass when I was drunk, between bouts of cemetery sleep ...

By: Shari Crane Fox Sitting by the fire with Death in a quiet pub on 2nd St. I’m working on a poem in a cozy red leather booth during...

By: Ashley Rae MᶜAtee Last year, in late September, I finally spilled my guts. Sixteen years after the Thing, the incident I never gave a...

By: E. C. Mason Security How do you say one more in a foreign language? Just one more. Collecting numbers in a sound I don’t understand....

By: Ellen Ellis A problem: to wake up feeling like you and this stranger Dated for a year, fell in love and out again, met each others...

By: Tresha Faye Haefner If we have to evacuate, find a stranger at the nearest exit, and promise marriage. If he does not have a body,...

By: Christine A. Brooks friends when I die I hope the crows come & surround me as they did tonight as I sat quietly at the old picnic...

By: Peter Caccavari Viewer Aggression Advised Castle Hill Avenue, The Bronx, 1989 The day is falling to its knees, hinged against The...

By: Victoria Santamorena My memories have been poisoned by the broth of summertime funerals: a girl in a casket I knew only half so well...

By: Davis Einolf Blason There has never been a woman like her, hair so black obsidian conspires with the janitor’s bucket of bleach to...

By: Anders Howerton Alchemy I am not listening to anything but the woman plucking cans from an idea of treasure. Her fingers rain sands...

By: Sarah Johnson Off-Key My husband sings in the car Next to me; flame trees squeeze Blooms in between ashen Branches stripped from the...

By: Meg Reynolds TO MOTHER At a party under the spell of charcoal smoke and hotdogs, I’m talking to a stranger about abortion. Baby...

By: Mark Blackford When my friends and I found that price, the one worth its weight in fresh powder, every day was a white Christmas in...

By: Jeanne-Marie Osterman ON THE STILLAGUAMISH RIVER To my father What was it made me dream so big: that I could get you to take me down...

By: Seán Griffin Small hairs of your chest, normally invisible like fishing line, alight from the bedside lamp, bright. On end. Reaching...

By: Lily Rose Kosmicki sense: antisense i have the ability of gyres to toil, crux, coil, and turn into: girling anomalies i trick and...

By: Andie Francis Concentrate and Ask Again When we leave the kitchen, our cat licks a stick of butter. And some where in the freezer is...

By: Asad Emaan Ali Mosambi-Nama III You lean against my doorframe, telling me why the satellite sits in a shadow, hiding his craters: the...

By: Mark Phillips she has child's fingers grasping at her hair a little awkward grasping for the cake not quite...

By: Max Seifert The Birds Are Singing Ok to no birds singing Ok to no gold Ok with the waiting Ok to a smaller world than the world Ok...

By: Cortney Esco The Head Collector I once had a young neighbor who collected the heads of birds, cleaving a blade through the thin neck...

By: Alison Jennings Stay irresponsible. (Allen Ginsberg) I pray for dispensation – no, absolution – from the should, as Time, a booming...