By: Landon Smith Lessons Learned From Black Revolutionary Assassination Number...? What does a broken shoulder even support when joints...

By: Jose Varghese He wears a maroon silk shirt that flutters in the wind of high-altitudes, a pair of black trousers hugs his thighs in...

By: Julie Nelson Step outside. The air is fragrant with burning wood after rain. Next door, your neighbor lit a fire in a pit and every...

By: Susan Burns Yao Moving Water The trees bow to the river as if by its movement they too are moved (I can't die) Waters drip and push...

By: Kindra McDonald Whenever a recipe says to fold an ingredient I think of origami and the slow and deliberate folding of paper, corner...

By: Estelle Bajou Humbles herself for absolute quiet. She cannot keep her walls erect. Outside her: desperate families eat their happy...

By: Laura Walker For our children, never to be born We breathed life into so many things in those early days, dreams we inflated breath...

By: Anastasia DiFonzo He speaks of nonviolence. He preaches patience. He laughs in childlike wisdom. At the time of attack, simply stand....

By: Mark Simpson After Reading Ed Skoog's Poem about Topeka, a Town in the General Vicinity of Where I Grew Up But Topeka was big-town,...

By: Neha Mulay The Death of Weave After Mahmoud Darwish His unmarked lair was the freshest of graves. In the angled pipe of my throat, a...

By: Victoria Brown To be near you, to be a flooding river or a well-lit pathway, under a sweating spell end of August. Heart swelling,...

By: Claire Alexander-Joly 90° weather and the air conditioner’s dead, “I can’t b—” At the edge of my voice, the words get stuck right...

By: Anita Nahal The last fledgling was born just before humans came along to burn history. Boulders yawned with wide open mouths and let...

By: James Redfern Toy piano plays insane, trying to catch up with harpsichord, and a skull bends back on the tip of a spine laughing with...

By: Aria Dominguez On a bitter moonlit eve in our backyard, a crow flounders in deep snow. Rasping as it breathes, hard. I approach...

By: Rucker Manley returning to the abandoned thrones of god where he reveals his drift; holy transience exposes the unconquerable scars...

By: Josh Anthony no threat the moose comes out to get drunk on fermented apples that a friend and i have just crunched under our rubber...

By: Greg Sendi They are not lunatics, hypochondriacs, or frenetics; but they have a mixture of all these kinds of diseases, which,...

By: Steve Barichko georgic i begin as a giant priest swinging smokeboxes among rows of temples the combs are for cutting out for dripping...

By: Muhammad Saleemi Medical Student Six ink crows sweep the pliant pewter air and press into the deep of his still shoulder. Milk light...

By: Bernadette Martonik Bird Song: One She plucked their dirty feathers until they were clean and put them in a cage strapped to the back...

By: Stephanie L. Harper Missive (To the White Oak's Depths) i don’t find it a stretch to conceive that you could one day be six hundred...

By: Pete Mackey My God nuzzles the rifle into his shoulder, braces one elbow on the shelf and aims at ducks rising from the water before...

By: Kathleen Holliday We were born out of the same fire a flicker of flame in our eyes: my older sister — a raging pyre her ululations,...