Tess Russell Soulbound We’ll bind ourselves so tightly, physically and abstractly, in this world that the universe won’t be able to unbind us in the next. Tess Russell is an aspiring writer, who, like many before her, attempts to understand at least a mere fragment of love and life.
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Austin Street We went to see the blind man juggle in the middle of Austin Street where he stood in moonlight, a figure in a dream, until the police led him away, skipping into the night, an actor torn from a comic film. Steve Klepetar has spent the pandemic pretending to study calculus […]
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Wraiths It’s possible to see them if you lean out the window and hold your glass just so, but even then, they remain wrapped in fog that billows from the sea, so what you perceive, if you see anything at all, might be a shade of a shade, a little movement at the […]
Read MoreWilliam Cullen Jr. Perspective A still frog is staring at the vanishing point where a fly disappears only to turn up again in the watercolor. William Cullen Jr., a veteran who works in social services in New York City, has recently had his poetry appear in Frogpond, Halfway Down the Stairs and Modern Haiku. […]
Read MoreHowie Good Zen Cone Giant radio telescopes restlessly scan the cosmos, but I’m in no rush, living someplace so Zen it doesn’t have a doctor or a police department or even anyone on standby to plow the roads in winter or fix the potholes in spring, only worn-down mountains and gray trees and the sad […]
Read MoreScott Metz I don’t know maybe they go under ground to get away from the flowers and all the nonsense. Scott Metz is the author of lakes & now wolves (Modern Haiku Press, 2012), editor of is/let, and coeditor of numerous anthologies for Modern Haiku Press.
Read MoreMaggie Doyle Mother I run out, expecting to douse myself in clear, soft air but nature cannot be so easily persuaded, she’s too wounded for my small desires—choked by sickly smoke, she is raging […]
Read MoreBen Kassoy Control Your hair as usual is untethered / freewheeling / fearless and whispers into the water as it sinks beyond the surface of the sea and summons luminescent eels to swim circles around your generous and tenacious body, and on my end it’s Christmas morning and I’m alone in a log cabin and […]
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