Two Poems by Joseph Sigurdson Letter Nothing’s gone from this white-trash lakeside where young mothers pull honey-buns from their bras and where xanax salesmen can’t spell their own product. You remember the elephantine man. He’s one of the few drunks who nurses me benzodiazepine tea until the petrified spiders are…
Read MoreTwo Poems by Zachary Bond Treating Mania I light a path of candles with my tongue, forkingmyself facefuls of manna, drinking a gallon of hellebore tea. I bathe in a brewof rose oil & lotuswater. The horizon in my stomach continues to flip. The clock inside ticks sideways. Coffinblackcrows…
Read MoreThree Poems by Alice B. Fogel Beautiful What if what you had will befrom a distance clear though it had beenup close indecipherableit could end …
Read MoreTwo Poems By Didi Goldenhar _ Rake How do you make a moral life? Sophie writes, and later I head to the garden with ball of string to save my infant pea shoots, tying them on rusty wrought iron. Thank blooming green tulips, thank cilantro and geraniums in cedar boxes.…
Read MoreSummer, Corpus Christie by Joddy Murray These cobblestone foreheadspeppered in long genetic lines—like head ivy, like finger flowers—pocked in 7th grade and contended:now find a landing strip for my bicycleor throw once more the rusted hatchetinto unfinished garage walls. Sweatfills all these ridges, drips ontosage-green, plastic saladbowls used for corn…
Read MoreTwo Poems by Amy Hassinger When Asked to Clean Your Room “Come see my museum,” you say,and you lead me, a hand on my arm,to your window seat,where you have arranged your collection of treasures,each grouping labeled in careful ballpoint printon a folded piece of notebook paper. There are…
Read MoreSpark by Jed Myers Restless at night, I stepped out on the deck. High in the black between a blink and the next, a bright orange speck streaked _ left-to-right on an earthward slant. It burned out before it could reach the treetops, before I could think two words for…
Read MoreBirds Without Music by Christopher Locke 5,000 red-winged blackbirdsrain unbidden from an Arkansassky like trench coats shot to pieces,streets and lawns ankle-deep in littlebodies. A white-crested laughingthrush bloated under a scrim of wastewater at the Miami Zoo, its blackstreak across the eyes like an homageto Annie Lennox until I reconsider,sure…
Read MoreNo Limits by David Subacchi What use dry stonesdug from hard soilto be piled one on another.Sheep pay little attention. They observe no limits.We mark wooland clip earsfor convenience. But they go where they willclambering overall obstructionson empty hillsides. Bleating their protestsweaker than birdsongor the humof passing traffic. Why speak…
Read MoreElegy for the Ignorance of Nudity by Kristina Martino originally published in Bateau Literary Magazine To put things in perspective, the cosmos is commonplace,comprising a similar politics of implosions and cease-fires and expansion. As such, the earth is a placard that defaces the grandscale and I live there and…
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