By: Kate Adams Hard Winter In the woodshed, splitting up their winter wood, he stops a moment, lays the axe aside. A film of sweat forms...

By: Paul Brooke Smoldering Ekki er sopi∂ káli∂ pótt í ausuna sé komi∂: There’s many a slip between cup and lip. Rust-orange and...

By: Emily Boshkoff The first time I met my wife she told me she had the worst luck of anyone she knows. Later, shivering on the sidewalk...

By: Adriana Stimola You are always exploding, unseeable, coming together, something new, knowable, for now: looming, lined with God’s...

By: Temple Cone Peregrine peregrine in its stoop radially shearing light ...

By: Tamara Kreutz There is no stopping this slow ebbing, no way to turn back the clock. The forces of gravity are invisible and...

By: Robert Eugene Rubino with apologies to T.E. Lawrence Poets must seek out and cultivate their contradictions -Orson Welles I. Be...

By: Diane Rosen Listen Listen. The wind won’t stop blowing. Pollen particles settle on cars, in nostrils. Gossamer clouds drift above....

By: Claire Van Winkle The Edge As I lay in bed suffering the injury of flu you leaned over me, armed with a damp cloth, your thin fingers...

By: Julie Benesh Afterlife I want to be everything you miss most: your mother's red lipstick; the maid with the soft hands and warm...

By: Gabriella Mayer Metal As Two Objects Great Grandma Hermine When Selling Her Husband’s Childhood Home in 1953 Time to sell Ediger--...

By: John Coggin A handful of Virginia peanuts then I sank into the sofa’s soft leather, gazed at the Viking longship painting and bull...

By: Alicia Sometimes how we tell ourselves the bleak expanse of nothingness is something | observe calibrating the past | spatial...

By: Benjamin Rose Grendel's Complaint Begotten son of the murderer’s mark, Cursed fen-dweller, and warden of the mere Dragging his...

By: Thomas Hedt The Mending You loved the peace of your water bound commute Southworth to Fauntleroy, then on to Seattle. With friends...

By: Jean Theron Tourists await the whistle-blow to start The Resurrection— packed churches all over— a beautiful time a lavish tenet an...

By: Cristina DeSouza I dig holes in the soil with bare hands, repeating myself in abrupt movements, in search for the depths of earth. I...

By: Will Austin Simescu Approaching the Grand Canyon Today, Notre-Dame burned but I mostly just gazed heavenward. Golden sun splits the...

By: Keith Dunlap Politics We are driven by forces we don’t know Driven by forces as unrelenting as snow A snow that doesn’t stop to count...

By: Annette Brown when 1 + 1 is more than 2 because there is no video record of his life i remember him in 2 dimensions-- posing on...

By: Diane Corson Arched Living Room The house feels different now, chairs, a table, bare now, there is a buffet laid with unopened mail,...

By: Lucy Dhar You can be a soothsayer in my hometown. Every single day is like the last and the coming; the air is just as drowsy as the...

By: Cecil Morris Persephone Goes One Last Time The last time our Persephone left us for the other world, the underworld perpetually dark...

By: Lisa Delan Mom/the middle at the end I borrowed your pain and the pills they sent to subdue the orbit of impotence until gravity...