by April Ossmann | Apr 12, 2019
While I travel the world’s geography, history, and virtual present, in mind and poetry— a September reality knocks, constant as a wound-up alarm clock, startling me from work, leisure, and sleep equally, as if to remind me of the world my body lives in,...
by Ellen McCulloch-Lovell | Apr 9, 2019
My husband stands under the lilac, clippers in hand, squints up at bare twigs among the heavy, spent blossoms. He parts the heart-shaped leaves with his blade before he nips the dry wood. Surely, it’s the wrong season to be pruning, just as the pendulous...
by Noah Blaustein | Mar 29, 2019
Trigger Warning: Side effects may include digging a hole in your personal snow to a time before your heart floated next to your father’s heart like jars of octopus floating on a shelf in moonlight when you watched those hearts float back to earth under orange...
by John Sibley Williams | Mar 26, 2019
Bloom —for Kazim Ali Yesterday it was leaves, now snow suffocates the seeds. What’s meant to flower flowers underground or not at all or we haven’t the kind of eyes that recognize color breaking earth,...
by Quinn Lewis | Mar 22, 2019
Two wolves mating and then at rest, the carnal moment just caught. How easy to miss it. How softly their ears ward off flies. Who am I to be in love, wearing my skin as if it were not pelt. The hummingbird’s throat like a kiss you had forgotten, fluorescing in...
by Jennifer Militello | Mar 14, 2019
Lake Natron after Nick Brandt Your love’s thermal waters, kept from sun for ten thousand years. Others heal, but I am the gilded head of Minerva...
