Mike Cole Adrift Somewhere between continents of ice a solitary gray whale barnacled and festooned with scavengers and other hangers on drifts in search of what one might call love. Mike Cole lives and writes and waits on the arrival of poems in the mountains of Central California near Yosemite.
Read MoreKaran Kapoor All the Things She’s Lost Appetite, voice, memory sense of time and temperature devotion to her gods gait, thirst, laughter control over her bowels the last little shreds of desire the will to sleep kidneys, vision, health humor, and the count of all the things she’s lost. Karan Kapoor is currently too anxious […]
Read MoreBojana Stojcic Like Ducks, the clouds are lying on their backs in a water puddle. Bojana Stojcic is a teacher and writer of poetry, fiction and nonfiction who dreams of living in a fairer world in which opening our hearts, rather than presents, would be the norm.
Read MoreBojana Stojcic (Not) Brave Enough Riveting while speaking to thousands, he stuttered before one. Bojana Stojcic is a teacher and writer of poetry, fiction and nonfiction who dreams of living in a fairer world in which opening our hearts, rather than presents, would be the norm.
Read MoreElizabeth Palmer Kellogg Washing Day Revenge I folded gray hair into a pair of your clean black socks. Elizabeth Palmer Kellogg is a mildly vindictive poet living in Richland, Michigan.
Read MoreHelen Bournas-Ney Melody When song unleashes memory – an unanticipated hound sniffs and sifts and tears through ancient ground, grabs you, takes you, right back there. Helen Bournas-Ney writes poems because it gives her so much pleasure to build them, and also because she loves the clearer and broader view she gets while constructing them […]
Read MoreHowie Good Love Note / Anniversary Edition Yes, because there is space junk falling uncontrolled toward Earth, and poseurs occupying roles that rightfully belong to love-drunk poets, this is not the worst place for us to possibly hide, a country overlooked on the Discovery Channel but crammed to its very borders with kindergartens and prayer […]
Read MoreShamayita Sen Regret smells of charred bones in a crematorium, or of pills stuck in my throat through a sleepless night. Shamayita Sen is the author of For the Hope of Spring: hybrid poems, and editor of Collegiality and Other Ballads: feminist poems by male and non-binary allies.
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