by Chad Davidson | May 25, 2018
Aftermath Some places are more striking when destroyed, when struck. We are formed of such rebellions: cancer in the suburbs, riot in the cell block. Some things just seem to shine in aftermath, neon glistening down the dark length of the half-shelled remnant...
by Sally Bliumis-Dunn | May 22, 2018
Dream And there you were, elegant and engaging, though not with the people around you, more with the air of the room, an intimacy between you that I sensed as I watched you, smiling though not speaking, infused with the calm of a glassy lake in your...
by Matt Bialer | May 21, 2018
The Spirit Molecule calls It calls In room 631 She leaps up Ready to answer Ready to answer In her session We see many Of the sure signs Of a mystical experience The suspension Of the boundaries Of time and space The ecstatic nature Of the encounter Her own...
by Jacqueline Winter Thomas | May 17, 2018
pull from the light three times daily take in water all at once, then nothing all at once despise the hands of children upon the lids of the dead, weigh heavy recant wild fields, perpetuate meadows cover smaller things present yourself, a plague in...
by William Trowbridge | May 8, 2018
OLDGUY: SUPERHERO’S COMBAT MOVES War face (blank stare) Denture grapple Joy buzzer handgrip Depend face-swat Slipper ear-slap Stupefying drone about the old days Taser cane Tear gas suppositories (for getaway) Hobble...
by L.A. Weeks | May 2, 2018
Silent, a few yards apart, we picked blackberries in the wild place Dad didn’t know about. He knew this much: Men could do us harm. Some pervert might follow our broken twigs to wild places we shouldn’t know about. If Dad found out, icebox silence for a week....
