By: Daniel Edward Moore None Allegedly, the weak mind thinks on its knees with hands cupped like beggar’s prayers, & heaven blushes as if...

By: Ishani Synghal you hold an entire ocean inside your mouth you’ll swim kal: yesterday tomorrow caught in sheer luck and you know i...

By: Amanda Leal On the back deck, my son balances on the armrest of the wicker couch, a devil gilded in a corona of sunset, a broken egg...

By: Josh Lowder Too Hungry at a Wake —for Charlie W. Misgiving, mister priss, melodic momentum discordant priority ...

By: Adele Slaughter I told my friend, Your God is a miser, stingy with a black heart, wrinkled like a raisin no, even a dried fruit is...

By: Jerome Berglund only thing I hate worse than relapse MFing Zoom AA meetings A graduate of the University of Southern California’s...

By: Sasha Torchinsky I think about the depths of the Greek bucolic And how the breath of life is brief but symbolic, with lushness and...

By: Shereen Akhtar An hour later, you are leading prayers. Your wand, gentle, strokes across the Torah; this also leans in to you....

By: Valyntina Grenier SHEN HUA Admiring this fine paint job charcoal ceiling pale-yellow walls I find the tiny spot at the top edge of...

If a fish were to wiggle up out of the sea, walk to my door, stand on its hind fins, ring the bell, walk right on in, drip sea water and...

By: Kip Knott The Johnny Cash Show, June 7, 1969 If I had been riding a train through Nashville that day, I would have begged the...

By: Suzanne S. Rancourt northern cross Cygnus boat raft bridge across the milky way of white foam milk milk blood a mouth is never too...

By: Neil Flatman Five Lines from Anne Sexton Shelter in Place sea fog finds little purchase on a slope from which a redwood as though...

By: Shawn Anto rice-white sinister grin look at my face, I am not entirely disrupted I resist the process. God could not carve beauty out...

By: Kristin Withers The water has gathered roots My dear & broken heart Sea anemones are as kind as you Gorgeousness (borrowed from...

By: D. Rudd-Mitchell 1, Strange, all that way, All those years ago and the most wonderful sight, from that grey desert moon, Was this...

By: Carol Flake Chapman Like cicadas that lie underground for years Worming their way through the motions As though the air above is a...

By: Jonathan Jones Summer conversation at a fountain full of perfect strangers. You can taste the marijuana in the air warmth of beer in...

By: Stella Hayes one more night to dismantle like a toy train another day to be folded up and put in a drawer a continent...

By: Ariana Kramer There was a time we knew the gods pour sacred brooks and rivers out of bowls and urns. We prayed on the river’s bank,...

By: Henry Cherry I could see the soft Alpaca blanket. Chevrons running grey to white, fringed on both ends. I could see the blue twill of...

By: David Alexander McFarland A cancerous life It’s most like walking in summer sunshine on alga-slippery rocks knee-high in a fast...

By: Adriana Morgan Dollhouses We live in a dollhouse, so perfectly designed to fit our hopes and dreams. The moon blinks her glazed...

By: Clif Mason swirls sounds round on her tongue & trout jump in a cold stream. Infatuated with day, she says still & everything becomes...