Fairy Tales and other poems by Jonathan Duckworth
Mediation. Shallow rill of air between our throats & the arrow that finds an artery. Our dreams boiled down, reduced to waxen dreck. Less ask, more tell, say we; do not [...]
The Huldufolk by Liz Kay
You had spent most of your years gazing at the moon like a thick haired child on a Christmas advert but the orange plane to Reykjavik would do instead. That had been on my [...]
The Last Guest and other poems by Olivia Mardwig
It was for a birthday- around a table, flutes of wine and smoke. Laid out- dishes of shifting water for the ash, tapped into and eroding. Hours worth of talk, blowing on [...]
We are home here and other poems by Cassandra Justine Grisdale
I watch as you stretch in your sleep, muscles flexing under skin whose scars I kissed moments earlier. You sigh deeply and I watch the rise and fall of the chest where my [...]
Lightwood by Steph Post
There was no one to greet Judah Cannon when he got out of Starke, so he just started walking. The sky was gray, the air stagnant, the thick Florida heat already oppressive [...]
Fourth of July 2016 by Kristine Brown
Celebrate USA. Free gallon of tea with every family meal. Every marquee in front of each local restaurant peddled the same deal. It was Sunday, not Monday. Shopping on the [...]
The wine label as poetry, 1 by Lindsey Thäden
CHIM CHIM CHAROO-VINEYARDS Gold Label Reserve Chom Chomerlot MAHASKA COUNTY 2015 A drop of our Dutch vintner’s robust Merlot elicits a come-hither fusion of coconut, anise, [...]
Black Clot by Ashlie Allen
My hair did not like its saffron color, so it turned black and broke off. I tried to condition it with organic oils and fruit, but it still had a temper. Sometimes when I cry [...]
A Photograph as a Photograph as is by Sarah Arantza Amador
Erika and I sit on a bench in front of the high school. I am in my sunglasses in the heat of the day, the day that I am going to the Los Angeles Zoo. Erika is also going to [...]
Monogamy and other poems by Nooks Krannie
is it ok to not like life but still like you? somewhat i’m proud of my breasts and my nipples are warriors like mountain tops mounted by dry skin you kiss them gently and [...]
With Feathers by Sheldon Lee Compton
What place is safe now, so we can say what our good logic leads us to understand? Saying we will create our own sunlight, gather and store our own fresh water, conjure up a [...]
