By: Naazneen Diwan The Drum and the Violin What drumming called my curves to your bamboo hands? What fissures in oblivion entranced our...

By: Dorie LaRue Among the paradoxes of modern society: a woman in San Francisco spies an image of Christ in a potato chip, and eBay makes...

By: Cerissa DiValentino Toothless, Singing Birds We cried when my teeth were torn. I could not you could not yell we were so sore. I was...

By: Meimei Xu Part your lips. Arch your back. Lean into him     like you mean it. Scaffold your skin with skeleton and fold clean, like a...

By: Lex Kim Bobrow Away Across Florida, I hear you whisper a spell in the dark. I feed a song to the Everglades, and the river of grass...

By: Christine Pakkala His mother’s queries and dearies in their kitchen slide off her tongue to the girlfriend’s mouth and she politely...

By: Kim Haines-Eitzen Morning Walk A discarded pillow—bloated, corners chewed by kangaroo rats, feathers precious commodities— lying by...

By: Christa Lubatkin A Sabbath Stopping on this day we do not recognize the broken parts the disquieting future lurking in bones flesh...

By: Annie Woods We rings Plastic is not biodegradable but I throw it in the ocean like I think it is. I just want the satisfaction of...

By: Alison Thompson – on seeing our neighbour slaughter the Jersey calf ​ My mind refuses this memory. I think instead of red, of a dress...

By: Michael Guynn I want to know When we are driving towards a thing, Are we driving towards it or are We Pulled to the idea? I want to...

By: J. Nick Fisk Stars are clever traps holding me in the past and pressed firmly against myself. And yet so ensnared I wrap the sheet of...

By: William Lehman The pronoun “It” reveals something subtle in the perspective shifts of Sharon Olds’ poem “When It Comes.” What this...

By: Lauren Lindroth Migration Butterlies a myriad of color, skin my muscles and tendons and bone, while pupa grub my brain at the cancer...

By: Samantha Melamed i. Amid fields of the gorgeous purple upon Iranian soil in a dry, dry heat, calloused hands under bent backs pluck...

By: Dani Putney Salamat for Intersectionality I’m not growing into a Man under indigo sky, on saffron fields. My swamp hemolymph...

By: Jonathan Andrew Pérez, Esq Prigg v. Pennsylvania: a 1842 Supreme Court case in which a man, Prigg, was convicted with kidnapping...

By: Shawn Fawson WOODBLOCK PRINTS At the city library, woodblock prints along the wall grow smaller in size.  On the paper there are cold...

By: Allison Paoli What happened to you You, sturdy, wide, and Well-rooted, there So different than, and Set apart — You were strong Once...

By: Robin Axworthy The Barns of Childhood To my father They are empty carcasses, slats missing, siding lost in winter storms, inside bars...

By: Kelsey Smoot “Grad School, and other Manic Episodes” 3 a m the waking or witching hours at least four days have passed  since i’ve...

By: Nishi Chawla Dis-colored Yesterday afternoon, the sun spoke to me, Slowly, lazily, cheekily, carefully checking me For aftereffects,...

By: Aaron Graham The deer in the woods is a buck. In the woods at dusk, nothing is visible. The woods are a sometimes father. At times, a...

By: Stephen Nathan Seventy I don't recall the day I became wobbly, when gravity moved in to stay with us and surprise me throughout the...