By: Jackie McManus On Highway 29, spring rain is finally yielding to summer sun. My mother and I are out for a drive. Her ten-year-old...

By: Janet Parlato For Ralph Final music sheets of summer smooth open, sing silently open-mouthed at grass and river My swollen feet bear...

By: James J. Hatfield At the factory's front lawn at a picnic table birds nosedive and pull off suicidal flight patterns around passing...

By: Clare Chu LOSING FRIENDS AT AGE SIX Jane was the first to go. I imagined she slipped through a rent in the sky one morning when the...

By: Beth Ruscio Falling, failing like that push off the high board, shove off the landing, down the elevator shaft, that same jolt when a...

By: Robert Focht Paterfamilias Pale blue tapered streams frame the silver maples. Miles on the lam have stamped feats mapped on film into...

By: Caroline White peaches i’ve wondered how the tumbleweed looks graceful stumbling into itself, almost taking flight, but then always...

By: Melanie Jones He saw me staring, from the corner of the kitchen. The cold white tile beneath my small toes, and my eyes gleaming at...

By: Mollie O'Leary Cherry Blossoms I grew up in the shadow of a church and a flowering cherry tree. Thick blossoms weighed down its...

By: Oliver Cox Our partnership creates a garment, made Without the need to cut whole cloth, no cause To section off material or flaws;...

By: Jonathan Andrew Pérez, Esq. DOWNY WOODPECKER IN MISSISSIPPI The dialogues: (n.) a common misconception that we are made of thoughts,...

By: Thomas Dedola like a child leaning over the sink to eat an apricot so as to not stain the pretty Dengue fever-yellow dress her mother...

By: Matthew Burns To my Wife, on the Train I should tell you about the view I have, of the way I can see from my seat the headlamp of the...

By: Hans Lucht 1. The summer’s violent recoil is still stinging your hand, the blind dices thrown to no avail The days fearfully push...

By: Ellen Sander They go home low light fol lows someone else’s radio...

By: Brennan Bogert Sestina for The Girl in The Horror Movie The girl in the movie never meant to find the body ​ just knew bad...

By: Alison Lubar orchid's gradual inch to the window one set of footprints in snow your pillow nuzzle when I kiss you goodbye sherbet...

By: Emmy Schroeder Visitor I was a quiet boy, or so I thought I spent the days living in my dreams & at night a girl would visit. This...

By: Olivia Kingery They mean brittle bone dry with enamel showing. They mean don’t walk alone at night, no actually - don’t walk alone at...

By: Ugonnaora Owoh on my father’s blue-bulbed room a radio plays a Mexican immigrant track of ’05 “ no one wants to know about heaven...

By: Valen Lim Best are things which read like clamps on this heart. A locked chest of drawers with a grimy, cracked mirror. How...

By: Michael Ventura-Rogers Is it worth dragging around this bag of sunsets, dewed ferns, and first kisses; of my dad’s Thurman Munson bat...

By: Sara Karim You spit the pomegranate arils out: (how they are lucky) rose pile of pulp spotted...

By: Fran Abrams Why is the sun so hot? Hell is not down. The sun is the home of the devil. Does the moon have memories? The moon...