Mimicking the path we walk by Mike Bernicchi
Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow Peonies stagger paths worn in spots they were picked long ago to heal – Aged men squat [...]
Sight-Seeing New York City Fall 2001 by Jonathan Church
A blind man steps onto the N train at 59th Street. He turns his head and seems to wait for a stranger to gently grasp his elbow and show him the way. Someone does, guiding [...]
Thieves by Kelle Grace Gaddis
Sleep is a type of dying we enter each night. If lucky, we rise from our rest in peace, our pillowed tombs, to see another day, there are miracles all around me, thought [...]
I know an old lady and other poems by Robert Beveridge
snake watches spider watches fly another hour like this Linda Blair, Superhero For Carla Toptsidis Enchanted is not the word most would use for a first encounter covered in [...]
Grocery List by Elizabeth Bolton
There is, here in my hand, a small blue rectangle of grocery list like the looping invitation to a banquet that awaits and my finger pads press it rumpled and wet. You step, [...]
Morning in Portland and other poems by George Franklin
Orange peels on the plate, broken curls Of skin, scent of trees from Morocco, Spain, or somewhere else, somewhere other Than here on this smoke-gray morning in Maine. The [...]
Sea Shanties by Alicia Bones
1. Couple years ago, I bought a boiled crab off a man on the pier. I’d just started eating it when someone shouted, “Jerry’s fighting Bob!” Jesus, someone! I thought. [...]
When the sun is close and other poems by Miriam Calleja
What do you do if you’re that close to the edge, And you don’t know how you got there? How do you feel when, Just by chance, You’ve inched away from the never-ending [...]
I’ve Been Interrupted Here Before by Jenya Doudareva
Crowd pours onto the pavement like a viscous liquid. Swallows yesterday’s residue – traces of discarded food, pocket garbage, piss stains – with no hesitation. [...]
Aspen Matis by Ted Guevara
Throw that cane away; let it bounce and belittle itself among the down rocks. And please don’t look back to cradle it like Moses’ staff, its blackness unworthy of [...]
Shake Loose by Claire Stamler-Goody
Adam used to love his phone. He carried it everywhere and every time it buzzed, he melted. He fidgeted whenever the battery ran low. The phone, which had three different [...]
In Retrospect and other poems by Z.M.Wise
I should have looked both ways. I should have seen your forceful wishes to confuse me into mental paralysis. If I should dribble, apologize and disconnect from any form of [...]
A Thing From Spain by Ashlie Allen
They know I am not fluent in English, but still approach me. “Why are your eyes so black? Why do you look like you’ve been in the sun all your life?” My mother told me [...]
From The Book of Smaller by rob mclennan
Postcard to Gil McElroy A sketch. An apparatus of mish-mash. Salutations. Systematic checks. My legs were cold. Mezzanine. My other body. Years apart. Geometries of [...]
Homeboy Chicken Weasel and other poems by Kevin Ridgeway
says he got her digits 13th-stepping at an AA meeting that he was going to try them out after he phones his sponsor tonight, ready to fuck her brains out in place of heroin [...]
Groceries and other poems by WK Lawrence
Your passing wind captures me Gently mistakes me for another cold heart Like the ones you find in the frozen foods section Sorting through processed fish Comparing prices Or [...]
How to Survive Heartbreak and other poems by Courtney LeBlanc
Acknowledge the wrecking ball in your chest, the slow heaving back and forth as it crashes against your heart. Brush your teeth but avoid the mirror. Drape it with black [...]
Drinking your Lye by Nicholas Olsen
I see pieces of you everywhere I go, smell hints of your perfume in drafts of wind as I walk down this old block trying to assemble the remnants of my past. It feels like you [...]
Observer Effect by Jenya Doudareva
Sparrows flying close to the ground means that it will rain. Sparrows bathing in sand means that it will rain. Is that how it goes? The meteorologist on TV says that there is [...]
Sloppy Brain by Ashlie Allen
I’m not a ghost, but you touch me as if you can’t feel anything, expression absent of fascination, hands still like there is no meaning to my skin. I shiver a lot because [...]
The wine label as poetry, 2 by Lindsey Thaden
JUAN CARLOS CUCHILLO FAMILY FARMS Rico Red Reserve Tinto Fino SONOMA COUNTY 2016 It started with a boy and a grape. In 1968, young Juan Carlos Cuchillo [...]
Who Leaves Sprinklers on During a Flood by Alex Antiuk
I put god on a pedestal during the 5 days I spent in a white shack on the beach. On the 6th day god fell. It began with a compulsive annoyance, “Do you want to go on a [...]
