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...

By: James Redfern let the seasons come. let the seasons go. let them do that which you cannot control. chemical laws and those of mass...

By: Michelle Cicillini I store my bellyaches alongside my hopes my heavy glass marbles in a silken pinky purse readied for a journey of...

By: Josh Feit I'm delighted, my young avant-garde friend, to know Sumer is icumen in. Let there be light, let there be infrastructure,...

By: Abbie Doll you can go straight to hell you’re such an ugly thing, and you reek of rot even while your little nasty heart is still...

By: Cortez My mother is on the phone, the moon is pulling her towards itself There is a place where the ancestors who once were converge...

By: Samantha Madway BETWEEN REINCARNATION AND EUPHORIC RECALL Every arrival is an echo after the first. Desperate to counter diminishing...

By: Martha Patterson James, my brother - I ask you on the phone Do you ever wake up feeling life is unexciting? Me, with my cigarettes...

By: Ronald Geigle You don’t know it yet, though you ought to, especially because you claim to—in your holy voices. But God already gave...

By: Sarah Crockford A draft pushes through the corner of my mind. I asked for silence but am drained for noise. I sat miles from you...