Jen Pinnow “What he wants to ask me”
Jen Pinnow What he wants to ask me What if you were asked to affirm it all, the new sheet rock and the raspberries and the miscarriage and the sun in March and the peeling floor and the surging, angry...
View ArticleElizabeth Alford “Carbon Dating”
Elizabeth Alford Carbon Dating I am cusping on thirty and that moment in every woman’s life when her eggs develop a half-life. Elizabeth Alford (Hayward, CA) usually writes poetry on her laptop, but in...
View ArticleElizabeth Alford “Saucy Haiku”
Elizabeth Alford Saucy Haiku When pizza is love, your hot cheesy perfection preheats my oven. Elizabeth Alford (Hayward, CA) usually writes poetry on her laptop, but in its absence, will settle for her...
View ArticleElizabeth Alford Poetry “Will Not Come Today”
Elizabeth Alford Poetry Will Not Come Today Poetry will not come today— not if I whistle, not if I whoop, not if I whimper, as if to a dog that does not wish to be found: how it slinks through shadows...
View ArticleElizabeth Alford “Wisps of October”
Elizabeth Alford Wisps of October The night we made s’mores at the dining room table— toasting marshmallows on the ends of pretzel sticks over unscented tea candles, watching bubbling balls of fire...
View ArticleLaura Winkelspecht “Defibrillator Training”
Laura Winkelspecht Defibrillator Training We watch under fluorescent lights learning to restart a faulty heart, while I fret about the day I must hold the paddles to the chest of Joe in Accounting with...
View ArticleNancy Scott “Late in My Diversity”
Nancy Scott Late in My Diversity I keep forgetting that I might return to the pre-Solstice poem, to the paragraph about hope and hunger, to the same furniture after the tarps come off, to long and...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar “Ten Below”
Steve Klepetar Ten Below On winter mornings frost webs the window in a subtle mesh and silence rises toward glass, a great fish snared. Steve Klepetar writes in Minnesota, where fishing is a metaphor...
View ArticleJennifer Hernandez “Embarkation”
Jennifer Hernandez Embarkation Let me clutch those contrail ribbons, braid my warm fingers through wispy trails of exhaust, clutch condensation ropes as they evaporate like smoke, like dreams in a...
View ArticleAndrea McBride “Alone “
Andrea McBride Alone On her first morning of widowhood she woke and wondered what she expected. Andrea McBride is a Florida writer who tries to capture the poetry not only in death and loss, but also...
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Andrea McBride “Making Preparations”
Andrea McBride Making Preparations She had her son lug the armchair up to her bedroom and place it next to the hospital bed where she would eventually sleep. Andrea McBride is a Florida writer who...
View ArticleDevon Balwit “Field Notes”
Devon Balwit Field Notes Where is my David Attenborough, tracking me in my habitat, ennobling my idiosyncrasies in his mellifluous voice? Devon Balwit composes on a laptop precariously perched on a...
View ArticleTony Press “Old County 14”
Tony Press Old County 14 He’d had another of his nights and was driving back home when he thought he hit something but didn’t stop, of course, because, well, you know Jake, but the next day he told me...
View ArticleMaia Evrona “Adult Yiddish”
Maia Evrona Adult Yiddish Language I taught myself with a textbook that my ancestors learned in the womb. Maia Evrona is a poet and prose writer, as well as a translator of Yiddish language poetry.
View ArticleMaia Evron “Maia / מיה”
Maia Evrona Maia / מיה A Jewish name, brewed from an Aramaic spring, still flowing into Hebrew like water over stones. Maia Evrona is a poet and prose writer, as well as a translator of Yiddish...
View ArticleRoy Dorman “Choices”
Roy Dorman Choices From the gym floor she singled me out for Lady’s Choice, a slow dance, and I made my way down from seven rows up in the bleachers, past snickering buddies, and danced with her to...
View ArticleHowie Good “The Poet in Winter”
Howie Good The Poet in Winter Snow is blowing every which way, scraps of paper on each one of which another word I need has just been erased. Howie Good aims his hand in a soldier’s stance at the...
View ArticleSanjeev Sethi “Discalced…”
Sanjeev Sethi Discalced in icebox conditions this rimy night you can’t reach my mind. Sanjeev Sethi has authored three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his latest. His...
View ArticleAnuja Ghimire “Newsfeed”
Anuja Ghimire Newsfeed Inside a burning house, pouring bucketful of songs on the avalanche of flames. Anuja Ghimire is always returning to poetry.
View ArticleKim Suttell “you’re here”
Kim Suttell You’re here like a vending machine out of a blizzard, an incandescent chrome shimmer, a delirium in an Iowan airport at 11:40 p.m. stocked with bagged apple slices, unsalted nuts,...
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