By: Lourdes Tutaine-Garcia How Dying Works After the wind hisses, insects whisper. Even silent noseums find voice as they consider how...

By: David Colodney Morning Rush Morning’s rush hour starts before we even leave the house,  the paws of the dog leading us down the...

By: Lori Noto Poem Scrawled on the Back of a Funeral Pamphlet I go to the banks that once knew you as a body that moved and watch  cold...

By: Catherine Ragsdale After, I read god’s voice like capital letters, booming. I envied the animals, the fog too. For them, the morning...

By: Saraswati Nagpal A hundred voices travel through time and blood, through many wombs, to hum the wordless tune on my lips that dances...

By: Benji Katz If I showed you an ankle | stuck between | railway sleepers you’d hear | the loudest whistle of the largest  | locomotive...

By: MK Sturdevant What Matters I dreamed you were very old, and you could not shut a window, so I did it.  The air outside spoke a...

By: Jasmine Ledesma 1970s Horror Movie loser gut / loser limp / loser slow / loser inhale loser bones / loser ache / loser bad dreams...

By: Lisa Trudeau An Unscheduled Stop near the Grotto of Pan perilous - the curve and the descent the car is vinyl-lined an oven box...

By: Michael O'Ryan And there you are just beneath the surface of the water while I’m poolside saying ​ every moment divorced from grief...

By: Kelly-Girl Johnston There is not space for grief, it runs like water forging a path. Where riverbeds are blocked by tasks tiles upon...

By: Katherine Shaw Charging Bull Red        flags        flash        to        ‘rouse a charging bull to follow by vanilla scent,       ...

By: Mollie O'Leary The reoccurring bodily imagery in Sylvia Plath’s poetry plays an important role in representing Plath’s struggle to...

By: Josephine Pino White moths without eyes absent mouths, single winged remnants of combusted life thermal motion relieved of flame. You...

By: Amy Smith small hours, when language is still disguised as the fort imagination constructed overnight when passing tires wicking...

By: Colette Tennant Visitation Bridget, my German Shepherd, appeared to me before she transformed from metered rhyme to free verse. Her...

By: Nadia Farjami when my mouth is tangy & my teeth taste of molten metal, i’ll know that i’m dead i’ll be wearing dusk & Dickinson’s...

By: David Schwartz Uncle You have been Idling in red light and Urgency. You know you Are late. Life is late Nights, then friction As the...

By: Katie Simpson in grief i cover my tongue in sugar chocolate fondant cake morning buns a pastel de nata egg custard flaking everywhere...

By: Chuck Sebian-Lander life begins at self-conception close your eyes. attempt to recall the moments before you knew you existed find...

By: Lucinda Trew Wake by a clock that aches from the rote of rotation, the weight of the sameness of days. Pale light seeps, slow as...

By: Candice Kelsey is my father filling his shirts and slippers with the applause of pulses sipping mudbank coffee with the precision of...

By: Eros Livieratos In a night-club Philadelphia I, swallowed a silver-headed woman where she cried for years. I was dancing with the...

By: Eric Sirota is beside point. It’s more about finding the right punctuation. It would be no kinder to saddle her body with the...