By: Yasmin Kloth I never asked my mother  for the list she made  of other names  I could have been the day I was born. I knew the one she...

By: Christine Hamm Oil Can Various necklaces found or thrown in a recycling bin, the garbage disposal, the community dump: what most...

By: Heather Quinn to shimmer & fall some of us have stars for neurons that shoot in jagged lines across the night sky they fall ​ like...

By: Andrew Hutto Sequence in III 1. Doxa Negotiate from unwilling-willing to the psychologization of small glass mirrors, measurements, ...

By: Christie Towers The window is a plant hospital, small huddle of yellow green things, nameless leaves curling against the cold....

By: Jose Oseguera Roosting desiccated on a road trudged by my grandparents from Michoacán to Tijuana, San Diego to San Fernando in Los...

By: Angela Gaito-Lagnese Cadenza in the Key of G Huntington Beach, years since I called California home, just ahead of losing myself...

By: Aisha Down Two Philosophers Go to the Bathhouse for Yifan Wu Everyone naked. The waters prickling at the seam of skin and sky. All...

By: Sarah Pross Gray clouds hang heavy over the ridge, almost hide scars of the burning. Turkeys wander the yard, fan out, search for...

By: Roy Bentley Before Before we were born                we found ways not to exist… —D. Nurske, “The Body” (The New Yorker, January 6,...

By: Mary Claire Shingleton She is overflowing. She is terrified of men, delicate down to the very capillaries that open and close without...

By: S. B. Terebinth A star should love the death of stars. Less agonistic light, and, in that striving solitary’s heart, ​ Less death for...

By: Mimi Jennings Line up paper dwelling places, facial recognition databases. Include elderberries & their contemporaries across...

By: Naomi Edwards Fox Looked for the fox I saw in the dark grass when I was drunk, between bouts of cemetery sleep                       ...

By: Shari Crane Fox Sitting by the fire with Death in a quiet pub on 2nd St. I’m working on a poem in a cozy red leather booth during...

By: Ashley Rae MᶜAtee Last year, in late September, I finally spilled my guts. Sixteen years after the Thing, the incident I never gave a...

By: E. C. Mason Security How do you say one more in a foreign language? Just one more. Collecting numbers in a sound I don’t understand....

By: Ellen Ellis A problem: to wake up feeling like you and this stranger Dated for a year, fell in love and out again, met each others...

By: Tresha Faye Haefner If we have to evacuate, find a stranger at the nearest exit, and promise marriage. If he does not have a body,...

By: Christine A. Brooks friends when I die I hope the crows come & surround me as they did tonight as I sat quietly at the old picnic...

By: Peter Caccavari Viewer Aggression Advised Castle Hill Avenue, The Bronx, 1989 The day is falling to its knees, hinged against The...

By: Victoria Santamorena My memories have been poisoned by the broth of summertime funerals: a girl in a casket I knew only half so well...

By: Davis Einolf Blason There has never been a woman like her,  hair so black obsidian conspires  with the janitor’s bucket of bleach  to...

By: Anders Howerton Alchemy I am not listening to anything but the woman plucking cans from an idea of treasure. Her fingers rain sands...