Cecil Morris
The Winter of Our Discontent Did Not Make It to Spring She did everything the doctors recommended—the chemo that blew her hair off, that...
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- Apr 23
Betsy Sholl
Final For the final exam on hope somebody will write the answer with a fine stylus on a beetle’s shiny red back. Another will put her...
- Apr 23
John Warner Smith
Echo We hear it from a dark, deep well, resounding year after year, century after century, even now, in the truth of art and the silence...
- Apr 23
Jody Stewart
RED HORSE TRUANCY Boys who can’t play ball watch a donkey rise out of the lake, shake off his ragged, grey pelt. Red bells still around...
- Apr 23
Robert Carr
Pulp Toward Rumford, on the way to ultrasound my pelvis, I drive the banks of Androscoggin pass the desperate papermill. Pulp gas rises...
- Apr 23
David Weiss
A note on the poems: Retelling can be a mug’s game, especially if one is retelling a great writer’s short stories by condensing them...
- Apr 23
Sarah Kerrigan
Unfinished The pulse of wing against my cheek Startled me from the book I was reading: A Book of Luminous Things. So quick and close it...
- Apr 23
Robert Herz
Loneliness 1. The splintered edges of the bark had already Turned brown and mottled where the kid’s ax Gashed the tree a month before,...
- Apr 23
Sara McAulay
on doonerak time (journal entries, 1989) everyone fears something – joe the guide solstice sun yellow yoyo on a string circling mount...
- Apr 23
Darcy Shargo
Alter Ego When I go out, it had better sound like a murder of crows— those loud clanging bastards in my dooryard making a ruckus,...
- Apr 23
Jodi Bosin
skeumorphism ian and i walked out behind the house on that first day 1 or 2 of our supposed 55 acres there is a creek and bridge built i...
- Apr 23
Kurt Olsson
Signals The character I call I wants to thank the character who doesn’t exist who phoned in a dream to tell me what I must do with my...
- Apr 23
Barbara Daniels
Bindweed Fridays: Return to Sexual Purity says the sign at the church I used to pass three times a week on the way to the gym. Yeah, no,...
- Apr 23
Claire Millikin
Solitary Confinement Villanelle They only want to teach you what cannot be taught. In the small room of endless winter light, solitary...
- Apr 23
Phyllis Schwartz
Two Women Walking two small women, walking. arms linked, talking. heads ear to ear. chuckling and exchanging small conspiracies, about...
- Apr 23
Bethany Reid
The Great Liars You have to admire the great liars. You learn to paddle a canoe and they tell you how they once sailed around the Cape...
- Apr 23
Susan Aizenberg
Autobiographobia I have a disease called autobiographobia. – Chekhov for Dave Jauss I am the orphan wrenched, like a slight arm from its...
- Apr 23
Robert Guzikowski
Aphasia Poem 31 have you been in a field with the grass as tall as a child finally free during the august new moon night when first...
- Apr 23
Liana Roux
Meditation for a Chance Encounter During Isolation Meet yourself from the dream where you were scrambling, picking things up, or were you...
- Apr 23
Suzanne S. Rancourt
a man from Stockton killed a bear November 13, 1976, the paddock’s underside in white paint scrawl declares. You hadn’t been killed yet...
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