By: Josephine Blair the night we thought you’d die, i dreamed in shades of green. it could help, i thought, to paint you fresh: your...

By: Raymond Hammond we need real, bona fide aliens a confirmed, no-question-they-are-real appearance in the sky by a spaceship or an...

By: Dawn Terpstra When afternoon slides like a sigh gentle down twilight’s slope, into the silk-smooth pocket of evening, I catch a spark...

By: Tom Valovic John Fahey – 1939-2011 "The opening chords are from the last movement of Vaughan Williams' Sixth Symphony. It goes from...

By: Daniel Tsoy View from the recommended palace How slender her whisper, how quiet its vivacity. That which is pristine does not attract...

By: Osamase Ekhator Waffle House They choked me, but a week earlier, on a grizzly hush of Tennessee’s skies, I didn’t finish my grits;...

By: Alexandra Umlas The cover of Robert T. Krantz’s new chapbook, “Something to Cry About,” is a photo by the artist Jeanne Wilkinson...

By: Jason Hackett The morning fog buried the the town, even the sun could not trespass upon the thickness of its dying. Damp wood – pine,...

By: Violet Knight That’s what it was. I didn’t have the words before. I just knew I hated the clicking of pens, pages whispering like...

By: Robert Stewart You Stand and Knock The mockingbird churched up in the holly bush against the wall at my door    crackles at the...

By: Alfred Fournier Upbeat band swings joy from kitchen radio. Father watches, unobserved, mother’s shadow, dancing, elegant and slim,...

By: Caitlin Piserchia Sometimes they say, “Get ready, all of us must fight!” And the woman with her child says I have to hold my child. ...

By: Jackie McManus On Highway 29,  spring rain is finally yielding to summer sun. My mother and I are out for a drive. Her ten-year-old...

By: Janet Parlato For Ralph Final music sheets of summer smooth open, sing silently open-mouthed at grass and river My swollen feet bear...

By: James J. Hatfield At the factory's front lawn at a picnic table birds nosedive and pull off suicidal flight patterns around passing...

By: Clare Chu LOSING FRIENDS AT AGE SIX Jane was the first to go. I imagined she slipped through a rent in the sky one morning when the...

By: Beth Ruscio Falling, failing like that push off the high board, shove off the landing, down the elevator shaft, that same jolt when a...

By: Robert Focht Paterfamilias Pale blue tapered streams frame the silver maples. Miles on the lam have stamped feats mapped on film into...

By: Caroline White peaches i’ve wondered how the tumbleweed looks graceful stumbling into itself, almost taking flight, but then always...

By: Melanie Jones He saw me staring, from the corner of the kitchen. The cold white tile beneath my small toes, and my eyes gleaming at...

By: Mollie O'Leary Cherry Blossoms I grew up in the shadow of a church and a flowering cherry tree. Thick blossoms weighed down its...

By: Oliver Cox Our partnership creates a garment, made Without the need to cut whole cloth, no cause To section off material or flaws;...

By: Jonathan Andrew Pérez, Esq. DOWNY WOODPECKER IN MISSISSIPPI The dialogues: (n.) a common misconception that we are made of thoughts,...

By: Thomas Dedola like a child leaning over the sink to eat an apricot so as to not stain the pretty Dengue fever-yellow dress her mother...