By: Jeffrey G. Wang Heart & Tongue The heart, in orbit, beats without a mind. Moves without a soul. Speaks in tilled phrases, its words...

By: Ree Sherwood Eventide in the slag field magmatic remains laid to rest under the wheels of some kid’s pickup littleyounghearts...

By: Mara Lee Grayson CALIFORNIA A woman marries, not expecting to become a married woman. We grow used to walking in bare feet. Across...

By: Ann Pedone #8 I’ve stopped pretending that I am ok with the Way things are I’m tired of always saying please and Thank you I want to...

By: Nancy Lynée Woo Sixteen dice collide on a wooden table, ice in a glass, sweating. The only viable option is always through the...

By: Ed McManis The Grief of Gravity They say it rains diamonds on Jupiter, Saturn too, and black holes aren’t really black. Gravity’s...

By: Stella Saalman Galatea’s Double-Vision It’s been a very long time since I’ve been this drunk. There are two of me, or maybe three;...

By: Shay Wills Christmas lights slouched along rooflines, Nearby birthday party laughter popped beneath Winter sun, cold and low in the...

By: Angela Wei The First Protests Our water is breaking into street infants swum in firecrackers & sideways defiance Prophecy (Judgment...

By: Louise Barden Cassandra can cry out all she wants, but this can’t be stopped any more than water can stop itself from dropping over...

By: Emily Jacko shy enough, straight laced. strings controlled from above. i was the master. at both puppeteer and puppet. such tedious...

By: Judd Hess LOVE LANGUAGES OF A COLONOSCOPY This is a way you tell me that you live for me, making me lemon jello even though I’d...

By: Kathleen Klassen Find Me you might find me where The Sun Also Doesn’t Rise because the sky keeps falling trips over anxious clouds...

By: D. E. Fulford 7. on tuesdays after lunch some of us are pulled into a separate room/they call us a.g./we put on a play about pompeii...

By: Lora Robinson a prayer for the plaster cloud cover cast a circle, swing hard your chain smoke swelling like drums, percussive snuff...

By: Mike Seid On the Hero’s Journey By then my mother could no longer walk or talk but also had let go her shame and so she let us wheel...

By: Carrie MacLeod i can’t think with you staring at me wash then / forwarding entire mother shell speaks grist / lines developed for...

By: Dean Gessie You will participate in an estate auction wherein the contents have moral and probative value and no one has the right to...

By: Duncan Wu Daddy took my innocence; I was eleven, Screamed for God who didn’t respond, as if He was laughing, watching in heaven, Or...

By: Gabby Mijalski-Fahim Our lease is up at noon and I should probably pack Instead I watch her play Jenga with six cardboard boxes as...

By: Laura Ohlmann At Mom's grave, I brush the sugar ants away with my fingertips and empty out the copper basin that once held living...

By: Julie Nelson Okay, we are sick and dying and our jeweled earth sighs with regret for all the lost harmonies. Okay, we are here, this...

By: Stefano Bortolussi This is a here that you don't own — you hanker after it for months, then catch it by the summer's tail, risking...

By: Ma. Antonette Lofamia When you’ve waited two hundred million years, you can also wait six hundred. I steal a line from Calvino just...