Remembrance Day by Bradley Sides
I’m first in line for Remembrance Day. I’ve been here since midnight. The announcement never said what time the gates would open—just that it would be early. Although [...]
says the same and other poems by Edmund Sandoval
Maybe I’m in love with you. I say this in a diner. On the train car. In the boulevard. She says the same. Probably we’ve got secrets. Or maybe not. Does it [...]
Interview with Jenya Doudareva
1. What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? I was born in Russia and lived there until my teenage years when I moved to Canada. My childhood was pretty cool [...]
Interview with Elizabeth Schmuhl
What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? During the week, when not at dance or school, I was out playing in the swamp behind my house. On weekends we drove to my [...]
Someday I’ll Love Meg Johnson and other poems by Meg Johnson
Even though she is a biological woman who wants to be a drag queen. Even though I read her diary and she confessed …………..Sometimes all you can do is [...]
Interview with Shae Krispinsky
What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? Early life was Western Pennsylvania, catching fireflies and climbing trees, collecting New Kids on the Block [...]
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 [...]
