an untitled piece by Reagan Smith
Oh, Apathy, And how she sat with me On the window sill. “Please, Come chat with me,” She said To the bird, Who remained still. We wonder,...
The Moth and the Fish by Kathrine DuVal
I wrapped my son’s birthday gift In the cellophane of moths’ wings. It is fragile as the skin on his eyelids, As the chiffon of my...
Joke Imara Renaud-Krutulis
“So, if you’re pan, does that mean when you see a pan you get turned on?” Yes, by gods, you’ve got me completely figured out. You’re the...
Galloping Glaciers by Jade Tarris
I warm my bones one at a time by the river of ice. I ask: “So, glaciers ‘gallop’?” “Not many, but some.” Frost curls my fingers in, I...
Tar and Feathers by Jordan DeGaetano
The bird in her cage does not know what it is like to fly along the wind currents like a mighty force of nature. I. The bird has lost her...
Glutton by Brett Belcastro
punished full of meat so heavy with stuff it is shameful taking a part of the world to keep within, to transform for oneself, an engine...
bueberry by Devin Snell
happy when fat small when scared hurt when squeezed more when shared fertile when fresh wild when low less when tired fewer when snow wet...
Highway Pantoum by Kathrine DuVal
Buses are lonesome beasts. When there’s snow outside, the quiet is deadly. Once, I was small as a strawberry seed— The lines on the road...
Crouching Aphrodite or Learning to Love the Unlovable by Iris E. McPherson
“Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind” -Sappho translated by Anne Carson She crouches upon the pedestal that presents her in all her...
Annual Letter Home by Devin Snell
Death was summer camp. Untied shoe laces, blue balls. Sun meant waking up. I left mud stained on her dress, leaving the mound after a...
