by Heather Treseler | Oct 5, 2020
Aubade A lover’s sleeping body is a fallow field leading to forest understory, saplings and shrubberies too plentiful to count, and to caves of salt, a mine that is yours —that I should like to visit, dispossess....
by Noah Stetzer | Sep 22, 2020
Men at Night the five quarts of my blood moving almost four miles an hour means the nurse pushing a morphine shot into my arm watches my eyes not the needle seconds only before my head swims in sweet opioids not so much removing pain but I care so much less about it —...
by Leslie McGrath | Sep 15, 2020
Pink Grotesque I walked last night the dark circle under my right eye I carried a blade I did not carry authority Balanced on the arch of my lower lash I saw a hand slash As the blood ran I recognized your hand. Late Pink Orgasm From down the hall or is it coming...
by Camille Guthrie | Sep 10, 2020
You orbit around a young star In a rocket you travel to a pink planet Fifty-seven light years from Earth Four times the mass of Jupiter Where no one will ever hurt you No one will scare you You hang upside down over the galaxy You spin as fast as an electron To the...
by Blas Falconer | Sep 5, 2020
Providence We leaned back in the planetarium seats, looking up into the dark—...
by Rebecca Valley | Aug 31, 2020
Your anger arrives on the back of a train Arrives in my yard. The neighbor’s grass too long, and the city getting interested I polish your anger as I polish a necklace, silver woman on a string The city leaves my neighbor a letter. Inside her grown son sleeps I...
