By: Joanna Kurimsky i. the thing about women and clubbing is the thing about dancing in a circle the fire is where everything starts the...

By: Brittany Leitner With his hands in my mouth he simulates what happened to her this involved men, so we were talking about it he says,...

By: Courtney Camden The answer used to be as simple as Amtrak, first class. Scattered rats, rainy nights. An ease to the escape that...

By: Josie Levin but before my Marriage, i was the Daughter of Sodom and Gomorrah did i know what it was to Fall? before my children...

By: Erich von Hungen WELCOME The hotel sheets will be replaced, the beds remade, the pillows fluffed out and re-laid. The scent of love...

By: Raymond Byrnes Illumination Yesterday, the sycamore’s twisted grey branches soaked in stale dishwater sky. Today, in deep blue...

By: Dana Xedos I turn and look at barren mountain spaces. Dirt and rock appear as snow on higher Elevations. Working hard erases Loss and...

By: Ohan Hominis A group of men sit in a room, each see a different group of men, none see themselves as they are seen, but the room is...

By: Alexandra Umlas Arminé Iknadossian’s mother would gather olives from the trees that grew just outside of her daughter’s high school;...

By: Alison Jennings Traveling through the dark dawn hours, we were ardent, young, and carefree, careering out of town in a beat-up step...

By: Tara Jean I love your patched up jeans, I love your cow-licked hair, your sleepy eyes- kept awake by the bad dreams. I love the...

By: Collin Van Son Awareness The telephone timber line spites the fall of dying leaflets—Missing: White Male Pomeranian—three-holed...

By: Steve Penkevich I. I salute the efforts of trees Stretching towards a sky always out of reach, Disrobing from their gold to Stand...

By: Alexandra Umlas As I finish the final weeks of the MFA program at California State University, Long Beach, poet and professor Charles...

By: Amber French bad partner before: the water never got hot deluge of silence until you arrive without reason claiming repose among the...

By: Lisa Flynn At a Reading A cocktail crowd competes with the poet’s voice, and I’m lost to where words start and end. I cup my hand...

By: Andrea Clark From a seed (a seed!) I ripened into a majestic softwood tree fallen flattened ferried sold I surface as your surplus...

By: N. Cuzzi Don’t read about misery in paradise. The dilation of the sky the split of the storm I almost fell into it with...

By: Giles Goodland You probably won’t remember this but the barista showed us his tattoo, an intricately calligraphed couplet about how...

By: Brooke Baker Belk The Jumper Hitting the water, he’d shatter a cascade of fish and keep falling past thin-slit lungs and fronded...

By: Gina Tron A corset around my throat binds my breathing. There are moths in my lungs eating my wool heart. I wanted to be a...

By: Emily Patterson Remember when we pried open oysters by the blue water, white wine in paper cups? We had been married seven years...

By: Clay Steakley Mountain Laurel Mountain laurel, poplar, sycamore, persimmon. My father names the trees as we walk uphill. “I think all...

By: Josh Pryer Nothing happens. Nobody comes. Nobody goes. —Waiting for Godot I. 4 Only an ugly tree rises above the snow, and every...