Steve Klepetar One Day Nothing occurs but sky, that blue illusion, and a white light headache, tightness in the upper back snaking slowly into pain, and behind that, music – sea songs rising from a dozen throats, dolphins half-submerged in a tidal flow, and later broad ochre rocks gathered like elephants, bulbous and stoical in […]
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Ian Brand “Early Group Portrait”
Ian Brand Early Group Portrait Inside the black bottle, aboard a microscopic ship dissolving as painlessly as aspirin among a crew that bickers without end. Ian Brand is keepin’ it real on the wheels of steel.
Read MoreM. A. Istvan, Jr. “Haciendo fría”
M. A. Istvan, Jr. Haciendo fría En las épocas anteriores a la refrigeración alguien tenía que haber pensado para sentarse la sandía, las uvas— estos y otros—en la corriente, desbloquear los gustos ocultos en el frío. Making Cold In the epochs before refrigeration someone had to have thought to sit the watermelon, the grapes— these […]
Read MoreJonathan May “autofill”
Jonathan May autofill Here I am Googling Beyoncé at quarter ’til one while half a world over someone else wakes up in the middle of the night to pee and also Googles Beyoncé on their phone, all proper rites observed, all things revolving around an orbit of beach-dancing and eyes many would gladly pluck out […]
Read MoreBradley Samore “History”
Bradley Samore History If you live with a person long enough and listen to them deeply, their wrinkles become legible, a language revealing history. Bradley Samore currently lives in North Carolina and is a high school English teacher.
Read MoreWilliam Cullen, Jr. “The Art of Leaving”
William Cullen, Jr. The Art of Leaving Follow a stream long enough and you’ll reach the sea whether you’re a cloudburst or just gentle rain lay yourself down and let the earth take you home. The author’s poetry has recently appeared in 82Review, Canary, New Verse News and Star*Line.
Read MoreDeonte Osayande “Microaggressions”
Deonte Osayande Microaggressions To be told you’re so articulate, to hear how smart you are as if you’re not supposed to be, to be told what you are despite your opinion, to hear a welcome to the performance poetry world instead of just the poetry world, to be told how you’re rare to have come […]
Read MoreKeith Nunes “Labelling”
Keith Nunes Labelling She walked into the hospital married came out a widow label flapping at her collar. Keith Nunes believes he is here but everyone else believes he’s somewhere else.
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