Kieron Walquist

Vixen by Kieron Walquist

After Ma died, the fox appeared. Black-mittened, face and fur scorched in red, the vixen would prowl our neglected hayfield, prey on cottontail rabbits, pounce for moles deep [...]

February 27, 2017

Three Poems by Sloane Eliot Mariem

December 10, 2016

Heresy for the Nonbeliever / Mistaking Real Things for Shadows No refuge here, not with you no room for my veiled language [...]
Off Season & Real Image, Lens, Virtual Image by Jenya Doudareva

November 26, 2018

Off Season Sticky heat, sounds of electrical lines, traffic, commotion – all gone. The blue of the sky is crispier, [...]
he by lauren millici

April 1, 2015

says I’m a break from routine. Spends the night inside of me, a vacancy at a Motel Six. Fucks without his wedding ring, [...]
#100 and other poems by Elizabeth Schmuhl

February 25, 2017

I have a certain fantasy: the earth that holds me swallows me deliberately. No one digs me a grave. What a luxury to slip [...]
Mind Herbs by Ashlie Allen

January 16, 2017

He brought me herbs, though I was not sick in the body. No one could see where the illness lived except him. First, he [...]
Family Reunion In Three Parts by Jessica Adams

March 19, 2016

1. It had been my aunt’s room when she lived at home. And after that, when she moved back to teach at the elementary [...]
Two Poems by Raphael Maurice

August 1, 2014

My Better Life in the Country I suppose I should tell of the things I liked here. I liked the way hay bales looked [...]
First Time In Paradise? by Gary Berg

December 1, 2014

It was still dark when he pulled out of the truck stop and headed up Highway 99 to Chico, a toothpick out the side of his [...]
A Victory by Raphael Maurice

November 22, 2018

The ocean was black near the shore and farther out a storm was massing in the sky. He sat, looking out over the water, [...]
Two Poems by Lynne Potts

November 1, 2015

FACTS, CHICKENS, AND TRAIN TRACKS Acquisition in the lobby of the El Rancho Hotel, Gallup New Mexico where the waitress [...]
At Least by Jennifer Saunders

November 1, 2015

The pills that stop the crazy kill the words No mania, no voice An empty shell exterior A med muddled mind existing until [...]
You Will Drink by Eric Boyd

June 1, 2014

It is the end of the night. A man you hardly know, a new dishwasher at the restaurant you have been at for two years too [...]