John Loughlin The Bite Little mosquito, reflex Turned you into An action painting Worth only the time It took to remove Your disgraced blotch From my arm And consider all your Brothers and sisters From summers past Who’ve ever landed On me and flown Away not disappointed. John Loughlin, aka, the weather’s best friend. […]
Read MoreCheryl Snell Closing Argument He & she inch away toward opposite edges of the bed, knowing it’s too late to turn around─ so they settle for listening to the last word, the way it breaks on the breath, cracks with drought and swallows hard. Cheryl Snell is a poet, novelist, classical pianist, aficionado of old […]
Read MoreSewell Hong We’ve tried the bed, the sofa and chairs, and every other corner around the flat, including the wooden floor and the woolen carpet, even the kitchen table and the bathtub, but still fail to find a place where the wifi connection is good. I am Sewell Hong.
Read MoreJohn Riley Remains When his mother died she turned her face toward the wall, left for a red-dirt grave behind a church she’d never been inside. John Riley may spend too many days tending to his daughter’s dog.
Read MoreJohn Riley ICU The sunlight, she said, look, is varnishing the white tiles an Aztec shade of gold. John Riley may spend too many days tending to his daughter’s dog.
Read MoreMarybeth Walsh Trous de Prévision Maman m’a dite de me avoir le nez percé, il faudra la passer sur le corps, et je le ferai un jour. Forecasting Holes Mom said to get my nose pierced over her dead body, and I will someday. Marybeth Walsh is a beachcomber and lifelong learner living on a […]
Read MoreJo Angela Edwins Suddenly in a dream that had nothing to do with you, there you were, satchel slung across your shoulder, the age you were when I first knew and loved you, in a library, of course, but one we’d never been in— bright with windows, absent any books— but full of students, and […]
Read MoreRichard-Yves Sitoski Bereavement In grief I twist my lips into odd shapes, each sound one I’ve never made, each word new though all I do is repeat your name. When not fulfilling his duties as the 2019-2022 Poet Laureate of Owen Sound, Ontario, Richard-Yves Sitoski makes sounds on guitar not heard since the Cretaceous. rsitoski.com […]
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