GS with “Tanka” by Shizuka Omori, Translation by Yuki Tanaka Why return to the sky if not for the birds Composing their own choreography...

I Am That I Am (Exodus 3:14) When I return to the quiet wholeness that I am without thoughts, I’m holding a gila woodpecker feather—...

Cross Stitch Sara Daniels is a writer, educator, and amateur cold water swimmer living in Marquette, Michigan. Her work has appeared on...

Consider This Samantha DeFlitch is the author of Confluence (Broadstone Books, 2021). Her poems have appeared in New England Review ,...

Minor Figures in the Big Picture Oz Hardwick is a European poet, photographer, dabbler in sound, and academic by accident, whose work...

I Knew I was a sinner by seven. The pool and I both opened that summer, sparkled like crystal in my mother’s jewelry box. ...

Tell Me Where I Should Go Because you know the words & can't get them wrong. I listened to how his mind split the country into a wound we...

Interdigital Neuroma Sounds Like a Useless Grammatical Term your feet are semi-colons abrupt near full stops of hurt that keep going...

Dusk on the Osaka-Kobe Shinkansen, Imagining Myself Still at Nara My back is to the emperor’s eye. I am facing the chimes hung from the...

Crossing I-75 It’s been a long first quarter of violence and disappearances. I’ve never felt so aware of God and so reluctant to attend...

respect, you know ( just a little ) okay, she’s not pretty she’s not butter icing on the cake but you loaf of funky chicken. you stale...

Dignified The body glowing inside the clothes —William Stafford I was young then, and troubled with being young standing at a...

Broth The night he dies I dream of riding boxcars, the sparks flying. Hear the bells     the crossing gates coming down? Red Xs stitch...

Townie I always said I would leave this place. Run first chance I got. Chicago. Boston. Seattle. Anywhere. What anchored me here? I...

Fish I love their luscious liquidity, their dappled metallic flamboyance: sleek silver surface-spinning sardine schools, trout hiding...

Self-Portrait in Blue I am that blue the blood is before it hits air. Serene sorrow of the vein delta back of my hand as a blue dawn...

Christ Is Risen We ate a lamb in Aliveri. The whole body on a spit. Kristos anesti , we said, an Easter greeting in Greece. Indeed he is...

Weatherman The biggest mistake a beginner can make is to collect the wrong things. Rain, clouds, sun, sure. But weather is a texture that...

Repair for Claire Millikin Raymond A hole in the red cashmere stretches, more fray, the strands’ surrender. One flaw in the entire...

Maine heres what its like you wait all day for ringo & eric to show up with their beater truck to plow you out so you can go get that...