Devon Balwit “The Lesson of Ilmarinen”
Devon Balwit The Lesson of Ilmarinen Before you feed your forge, consider why— otherwise, though ductile, your metal will cool bent, your golden crossbow ever-hungry for blood, the prow of your...
View ArticleMichael J. Galko “The eave’s spiderwebs …”
Michael J. Galko The eave’s spiderwebs catch the floating cottonwood seeds, preparing for Halloween. Michael J. Galko is a scientist and poet from Houston, Texas.
View ArticleBill Yarrow “The Little Things”
Bill Yarrow The Little Things It’s the little things that trip us up: a small hole in a level field, an innocuous root in a well-trod path, a disinclined sidewalk… yet not every stumble is a fall, even...
View ArticleBill Yarrow “Caller ID”
Bill Yarrow Caller ID When the heart gets a call from a heart better answer it on the first ring. Astoundingly, Bill Yarrow writes in lines that almost always form sentences.
View ArticleGil Hoy “Man’s Best Friend”
Gil Hoy Man’s Best Friend If she had only gotten up to walk the barking dog on that early pitch-black morning, then I would have had time to check my tax return, would have caught my mistake, wouldn’t...
View ArticleGil Hoy “Buffalo Bill’s”
Gil Hoy Buffalo Bill’s Buffalo Bill’s alive who now rides a smooth, black and white energy-saving Tesla that accelerates onetwothreefourfivesix justlikethat Jesus I miss my watersmooth-silver stallion...
View ArticleSarah Russell “Colleague”
Sarah Russell Colleague When he calls from the conference and says he met her, after months of email discussing their research, I see the first whiff of smoke rising out of the forest, one you have to...
View ArticleJames Hamby “Lachesis”
James Hamby Lachesis Every winter I saw her through the snow, glinting in my eye like jagged ice, unreachable at the edge of perception. James Hamby won the blue ribbon in the sack race at his...
View ArticleAsa Johnson “Sleep Apnea”
Asa Johnson Sleep Apnea Awoken, interrupted, the broken body struggles to know disparate moments, to forget each nightly time of death the heart with its cascading metronome beats into a fevered...
View ArticleJanet Madden “You are the well-worn shoes…”
Janet Madden You are the well-worn shoes I slide into every morning, the familiar comfort that balances my widespread toes, the foundation of the steps that take me away from you. Janet Madden writes,...
View ArticleDavid Adès “Invisibility Cloak”
David Adès Invisibility Cloak In bed, I feel her body right there, the firmness of it imprinting shape into mattress, her breathing, the flapping wings of her lungs — so it takes years for me to...
View ArticleDavid Jibson “Belfast, Maine”
David Jibson Belfast, Maine Scrabbling over the dark rocks, dodging blasts of cold spray, I picked up the molt of a horseshoe crab, a creature little changed in half a billion years and wondered at...
View ArticleDavid Jibson “Ursa Major and Ursa Minor”
David Jibson Ursa Major And Ursa Minor There was a first time that someone noticed, looking into the northern sky, not one, but two bears and thought how ferocious the stars must be. David Jibson is...
View ArticleEduardo Frajman “I was almost killed, just now”
Eduardo Frajman I was almost killed, just now I was almost killed, just now, by a man driving like a maniac, weaving in and out of lanes, cutting off, cutting through, everything in his path, forcing...
View ArticleDavid Hanlon “In the Balance”
David Hanlon In the Balance We hold them all, the things we love, clasped in our hands, with fingers we pretend aren’t butter. David Hanlon is a hypnic jerking poet who just wants to read, write &...
View Articlewendy cobourne “Property Management”
wendy cobourne Property Management Mom says it’s her house, and she marks her territory with wadded tissues. wendy cobourne is a former journalist who abandoned the formula for creative writing.
View ArticleDarrell Petska “Primitive Life”
Darrell Petska Primitive Life Four billion miles from home, our proxied eyes see clearly icy Pluto’s secret heart yet upon our bed’s small plain we freeze, eyeless and unfeeling, our inky hearts...
View ArticleMegan Denese Mealor “Casino Night”
Megan Denese Mealor Casino Night Annie-baby, save your luck for a different kind of spender. Megan Denise Mealor breathes and writes in Jacksonville, Florida, a tattooed city of bustling heart.
View ArticleSanjeev Sethi “The Answer”
Sanjeev Sethi The Answer Cells of my body squeal at the hurriedly convened synod. Sanjeev Sethi has authored three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his latest. His...
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “Wordsworth Redux”
J. R. Solonche Wordsworth Redux Late and soon, the world is too much with us on the phone. J. R. Solonche is author of Beautiful Day (Deerbrook Editions), Won’t Be Long (Deerbrook Editions), Heart’s...
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