Mimi White
Seven Nonagons August 7, 2021 A day so round, a day so happy. Rain fell hard; I made soup. Bluebirds lit from grass to branch, then back...
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- Jan 18, 2023
Headlines - Richard Shindell
Spider Wasp Put down the power washer, remove your safety glasses, pour out the hour of rage and make way for a spider wasp dragging its...
- Jan 16, 2023
Opening the Bruise: A Review of Jody Stewart’s This Momentary World by Jefferson Navicky
If a poet is a poet for long enough, and has published enough poems and books to have a Selected Poems, it must be a strange thing to...
- Jan 12, 2023
D.J. Savarese
Beer & Wasps We lived near some railroad tracks in Gainesville, Florida. It was summer— I was three, my sister four; we were both very...
- Jan 3, 2023
Ralph James Savarese
Fractions Remember Solomon from The Bible? Well, he was wrong: anything can be divided, even a mother’s body, without prompting virtue in...
- Jan 3, 2023
Susan Michele Coronel
What Was Lost at the Kitchen Table Our first kitchen table was surrounded by wobbly chairs that swiveled so much the wheels fell off....
- Jan 3, 2023
Claire Scott
Insomnia Gummies, Ambien, Melatonin, Lunesta no alcohol whatsoever (Nyquil is cheating) eating sea slug entrails, lathering my hair in a...
- Jan 3, 2023
Ellen June Wright
Janus I am the woman with two faces like Janus, each profile looking in the opposite direction. I am my father, the deceiver, the...
- Jan 3, 2023
Esther Sadoff
My mother always says yes Gives her house keys away for the weekend, makes up the bed for anyone in town, rolls out trays of cheese and...
- Jan 3, 2023
Judy Kaber
Hands They cross the sea, all hands with blood on them, rust colored, heavy bound tight. Holding birds or minutes or dirt. You can’t...
- Jan 3, 2023
Madeleine French
Edge Stitch I move my needle & lengthen the stitch, let the edge foot guide my work My topstitching’s perfect like stripes on a highway...
- Jan 3, 2023
John T. Leonard
Falling Forward The night ruins my love of sheep; much easier to count by daylight going 60 miles per hour, more brown than white as we...
- Jan 3, 2023
Michael Salcman
The Rainbow Is the Enemy of Envy after Olafur Eliasson Its generosity lies in its unexpected appearance on a city corner or at the edge...
- Jan 3, 2023
Dawn Potter
Whatever it is it is not anything that would matter to you it is not broad and daunting like mountains or sky not cunning or sweet or...
- Jan 3, 2023
Jeri Theriault
Artist’s Statement I build walls with ripped up cups paper bags & postcards add charcoal & rage ink & regret. I hope for the tiger’s...
- Jan 3, 2023
Adele Evershed
The Setting Sun You offered me Africa Made of biscuits Pomegranate and lemon I broke off a brittle piece—maybe Somalia Who knows? It...
- Jan 3, 2023
Melody Wilson
Cloud Animals Seventeen summers on Mojave lawns, more clouds than trees, more training jets than flocks of birds. I pretended to be a...
- Jan 3, 2023
Gus Peterson
Schrodinger’s Office I’m thinking of time, or the way you said a quarter century. How it sagged against one of four walls, sunk like a...
- Jan 3, 2023
Richard Foerster
Anxiety Dream: Everywhere I’ve Ever Been Always it starts in some nameless city’s knot of narrow lanes with the familiar pang of being...
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