steve passey

The King of Hearts is the Loneliest of Kings and other poems by Steve Passey

The King of Hearts is the Loneliest of Kings Scars and Tattoos: Every scar is a story; a tattoo is just someone else’s art, so The King of Hearts rests on my shoulder. [...]

February 18, 2019

We Bagged Sand All Night Until the Levee Broke and other stories by Steve Passey

I was trying to listen to the facilitator but the girl in the row in front of me turned and stared at me until I made eye contact with her. “Jesus,” she said. “Listen [...]

October 23, 2017

Out on the Eastern Slopes and other stories by Steve Passey

My Grandfather hunted. My father hunted. Everyone we knew hunted. Everyone knew someone on the reserve. A treaty card allows for a “subsistence hunt.” For not much money [...]

The Salt of Our Bodies is the Salt of Our Rhymes and other poems by Steve Passey

In the salt of our bodies Is the salt of our rhymes It comes out of us hard It comes out in our speech This depression is not like the last one No one has holes in their [...]

January 22, 2017

Remembrance Day by Bradley Sides

October 11, 2017

I’m first in line for Remembrance Day. I’ve been here since midnight. The announcement never said what time the gates [...]
Two Poems by Betsy Martin

September 2, 2016

The Biosphere This storm is strange for Tucson, the frigid rain sprayed down the way the gardener hoses bird excrement from [...]
says the same and other poems by Edmund Sandoval

October 4, 2017

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 [...]
Drinking your Lye by Nicholas Olsen

July 16, 2017

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 [...]
How to Survive Heartbreak and other poems by Courtney LeBlanc

July 16, 2017

Acknowledge the wrecking ball in your chest, the slow heaving back and forth as it crashes against your heart. Brush your [...]
Sharing Music by Emily Alexander

September 2, 2016

Dark morning reaches through windows until the sky is smudged silver like the teakettle on the back burner. Here is the slip [...]
Observer Effect by Jenya Doudareva

July 11, 2017

Sparrows flying close to the ground means that it will rain. Sparrows bathing in sand means that it will rain. Is that how [...]
Sloppy Brain by Ashlie Allen

July 7, 2017

I’m not a ghost, but you touch me as if you can’t feel anything, expression absent of fascination, hands still like [...]
The Origin of Trees by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

December 31, 2016

Palm trees belong to two states: California and Florida. But more to California than Florida – Florida is where oranges [...]
The Silver Birch by Vincent O’Connor

October 1, 2014

In the garden of my deceased dad there stood a single tree. It bore no fruit, offered no druids’ code, brought forth no [...]
The wine label as poetry, 2 by Lindsey Thaden

July 4, 2017

JUAN CARLOS CUCHILLO FAMILY FARMS Rico Red Reserve Tinto Fino SONOMA COUNTY 2016 It started with a boy and a [...]
Groceries and other poems by WK Lawrence

July 20, 2017

Your passing wind captures me Gently mistakes me for another cold heart Like the ones you find in the frozen foods section [...]

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