Devon Balwit: “Credo”
Devon Balwit Credo Tell me you also find worship in the haunches of a leaping dog. Devon Balwit writes her poems between work, wine, and walking her dog—the proportions of each vary.
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Andrea McBride Mourning Once the world stopped turning the oceans became still as lakes. Andrea McBride has always been fascinated by the magic of language and tries to make the best use of it through...
View ArticleSarah Russell: “Untitled”
Sarah Russell We make love like jackals at a kill, fall back empty of each other, of ourselves. Sarah Russell fumbles around with words at www.SarahRussellPoetry.com.
View ArticleDavid Anthony Martin
David Anthony Martin Biophilia The A.I. of the future will never feel the joy of walking a dirt road barefoot in the dark night in that long awaited moment, in the soul of July, when our soles have at...
View ArticleJulie Reeser: “Meditation”
Julie Reeser Meditation What is the distance required for the noise of children to mimic the ocean like drops of laughter rising and falling while church bells mark the hour? Julie Reeser wanders...
View ArticleTom Fugalli: “This Statement Has Not Been Evaluated by the Food and Drug...
Tom Fugalli This Statement Has Not Been Evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration Sometimes I imagine I am giving a speech at an awards ceremony, having just been honored for a lifetime’s...
View ArticleJohn Newson: “Epitaph”
John Newson Epitaph Condensation thumbed from cut glass tumblers left ringworm scars on his mother’s table. John Newson possesses a wide-ranging variety of skills but sadly they are mostly of no...
View ArticleJohn Newson: “In Memoriam”
John Newson In Memoriam Even the dignity of the mason’s chisel will decay in time. John Newson possesses a wide-ranging variety of skills but sadly they are mostly of no practical use, so he writes...
View ArticleTricia Knoll: “Old Marrieds”
Tricia Knoll Old Marrieds In the time we have we say so much eye to eye that we hear both the house settle and the dog sigh as she turns circles to find her rest. Tricia Knoll is an Oregon poet whose...
View ArticleLaura Ingram The Incessancy of Equinox
Laura Ingram The Incessancy of Equinox Dandelions remain the vintage stole of graves. Laura Ingram is a tiny girl with large glasses.
View ArticleMelissa Fu: “That Sinking Feeling”
Melissa Fu That Sinking Feeling I’m no seer, but I can spot a shipwreck from oceans away, and if you name your boat the HMS Terror, you’re asking for trouble, and if your flagship is called the HMS...
View ArticleDave Read: “Multitudes”
Dave Read Multitudes It was less the taste of the dandelion wine and more the fear that drinking too much would flower my hair into a mop of white seeds I couldn’t contain in a wind, letting a...
View ArticleWes Civilz: “Some Men”
Wes Civilz Some Men Some men have better haircuts than they are. Wes Civilz often sleeps too much in Tucson, Arizona, and he likes it when you drop him a line at wescivilz.com.
View ArticleDevon Balwit: “Hard Journey”
Devon Balwit Hard Journey How much I both wanted the future and wanted to be rescued from having to get there by myself, stuffing down whatever was at hand, packages of meat or ice cream, then vomiting...
View ArticleGil Hoy: “Happy Birthday Song”
Gil Hoy Happy Birthday Song The chocolate cake was particularly good this year, and the frosting tasted of opulence and decadence, like the crisp sheen of shining dollar bills that father made— ‘though...
View ArticleKay Pillai: “Descartes’ Sloth”
Kay Pillai Descartes’ Sloth You think— therefore, I am spared the task. Kay Pillai lives somewhere in India every day with her pet pair of glasses and a little gratitude.
View ArticleHowie Good: “Things Past”
Howie Good Things Past The crying corpse that hits the road, accompanied by the ghost of Andy Warhol, looks back once, twice, three times, sees women superimposed over the sand, ripples in the sand...
View ArticleLaura Gregory: “Idolatry”
Laura Gregory Idolatry His name is a cherry pit under my tongue, stripped of all its flesh and polished smooth until it’s nothing but a little knot that whets my appetite for more nothing just before a...
View ArticleLaura Gregory: “Be Killing Sin”
Laura Gregory Be Killing Sin Joshua slaughtered every captive and David severed Goliath’s head, but I wrap leftover brownies in foil and tuck them neatly into airtight tupperware to keep them fresh....
View ArticleLaura Gregory: “Labor”
Laura Gregory Labor It occurs to me after fifty-four hours when I’m kneeling on a flimsy hospital pillow with my cheek pressed into a vinyl chair that the two midwives sit side-by-side on the edge of...
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