By: Ed McManis Sweeping Back the Thieves Snow all night, caught the furnace sleeping, our car with four bald tires, your naked body still...

By: Tyler Pufpaff It's August and you’re breaking up with your girlfriend. you tell me something you have never told your closest...

By: Karen Carter I’ve never seen God, but I’ve walked a trail, a monarch butterfly flapping in the wind. I’ve never tasted glory, but...

By: J.R. Solonche SPHINX Do you think that’s all the Sphinx said? What else do you think the Sphinx said? Do you think your guess is as...

By: Will Falk The solstice came but the winter did not. So I asked my mistress how she wanted to be loved. She pulled me into a Colorado...

By: Everett Roberts I’ve discovered that There is no revelation Learning is seldom something Not mothered in the marrow; it’s how...

By: Jordan Nishkian Instead, it’s a lack of melanin, translucent atmosphere revealing layered topographies: lapis and cerulean. You used...

By: Benjamin Rose Chōka Thinning gold hair And ramshackle verses scrawled Half-finished across The pages of old notebooks Conspire to...

By: Alicia Ong By conscription of my birth, science is a permanent trope. A Sino-Atrial node in overdrive has no time for corporeal cries...

By: Benjamin Rose On the stone terrace, leaves in disarray Garb the ground with russet and gold; not like Threads unwound from a fiery...

By: Oisin Breen Lullaby City This reality, an idle dream, dressed in fantasy, Scares itself...

By: Sarah Beth Spraggins FRENCH 75 I wore a short blue dress to the birthday. Outside Autumn was perilously descending into something...

By: Adriana Rewald Timezones I must forgive those of single-zoned mind when they forget my temporal existence revolves around the sun,...

By: Jennifer Harrison Clearing last year the throttle and blade tore through the allelopathy, the chipmunks, the old trunks where the...

By: Johanna Carissa Fernandez Surefire Regret is a dark pool. A crisp leaf touches the water, ripples silken the veins. Bodies encased in...

By: Marianne Lyon After we younglings in choir loft intone our last song close our hymnals we wander down uneven steps kneel beside...

By: Elijah Zitler She could make an Aloe Vera into an octopus as long as her fingertips could help the going get going. She could make a...

By: John Kearns The original Pocono putt-putt Lies empty by nine-forty, Its greens now dirt and straw, Their wooden boundaries paintless....

By: Glen Armstrong No one complains about the humming birds, but creatures that small are unnerving. I back up to view the bigger...

By: Jeremiah Prenn This ticker once spread itself over red rock, Thinking itself free to be sedentary too Polished in the glass case, now...

By: Dan Jacoby down dark junky streets looking for a fix for the tenement night black eyed high hipster up in brooklyn cold water flats...

By: John Dorroh Metamorphosis Too many boats named Calypso and Minnow. so many tadpoles in the ditch behind your house. the first time i...

By: Stella Saalman Echo He tells me I’m a mimic, like some sort of mockingbird stealing other voices when I sing. I think he’s confused...

By: Julie Benesh The Cozy-Keeper stains the burnished twilight fuschia, settling catlike on the warming lap pressing fascia to bone, and...