Poetry

Bodies of Water

By

We sit on the veranda at assisted livinglooking across the fake pond at the trees.Their reflections shiver as a breeze ripplesthe murky surface of the water. You speakof rivers and creeks and how all things

Poetry

grand(father) sheds his grudges

By

Han Raschka

There are tubes sticking out of his body,his body cannot process his wastinganymore and I ask his body if its sick of beinghis body,what would itbe if it were not hisbody? His body fires

Poetry

Al-Eashiq

By

Diya Abbas

I called 99 namesand the wind whispered yours through the west rib of my faith.

Through the east rib, our hands joined in prayer push out a newBeloved, could I lay you gently on my Butcher’s stone

Poetry

Ache Index

By

William Stobb

ache index high at the marsh today

one caddisfly larva in its jeweled casedrowns stop all the clocks

sinks millennia into sedimentreminds me of tortured and hanged girl

Poetry

This Is Not a Villanelle

By

Emily Bowles

life isas if Elizabeth Bishop wrote it,and the poem is on repeat repeat repeat:

loss, a violent form.loss, of violence formed.loss, a violation of form /

meaning

Poetry

Mercury Goes Right Through You

By

Steven Espada Dawson

On September 3, 1809, Meriwether Lewis set out for Washington, D.C. Lewis carried his journals with him for delivery to his publisher. He had written his will before attempting suicide on this journey. He was restrained.

Poetry

I Hate People Who Cut in Line But

By

Marnie Bullock Dresser

I’ve been thinking about things that skip a stepbecause now in late winter the snow does its subliming,jumpstarts to vapor, says to the streams “not today.”

Poetry

Ambiguous Loss

By

Kelly R. Samuels

We would talk of what was definedas tangible, rap the table witha knuckle, stroke the cashmere. Sipthe tea. Fathers were not mentioned.Nor how my mother would call meby her sister’s name, suddenly,