Eli S. Evans Dinner What I like about the janitor is that when he comes to empty the trashcans in my office in the early evening and looks out the window behind my cubicle toward the field where all the geese have gathered, he licks his lips and says, “Dinner.” Eli S. Evans has just […]
Read MoreJudy Kronenfeld Old Longing The wine-dark velvet cloak of the prima ballerina (it had to be she!) sweeps over her lathe-turned calf when she lifts her slippered, alabaster foot—arched and pointed— into the black cab in the rain-glossed alley adjoining the theater—as, hand gripped by mother’s, you are swept along with the exiting crowds—and the […]
Read MoreIan Willey Gone Viral Standing here with this mask on my face I watch the starlings leap from wire to sky where they swirl and circle and return to the wires to pause before bursting skyward and repeating their performance with stunning coordination and speed—what the watchers call a murmuration—and I’m gripped by the electricity […]
Read MoreSandy Stert Benjamin Lingering Chill It’s always winter in a house of dissension — icicles hang on each word, windows fog from exasperated breath. Sandy Stert Benjamin is a woman of few words, hence her one sentence poem.
Read MoreRoberta Beach Jacobson German Autobahn Fair or unfair the blue sign points to an off-ramp. Roberta Beach Jacobson is a humorist from Iowa.
Read MoreCalida Osti Permissions Sometimes, I get permissions and persimmons conflated— like chalk or honeysuckle in my mouth. Calida Osti is a poet and writer whose work has appeared or is forthcoming in Better Than Starbucks, The Midwest Quarterly, misfitmagazine.net, Plainsongs, Rogue Agent, Sugared Water, WINK, Willawaw Journal, and Writers Resist.
Read MoreSteve Klepetar The Boat of my Birth They say it happened on a night with no stars, a night of mist that was almost rain, and when it was over, my mother held me above the waves, her quiet face stained with tears as I lay wrinkled and red, crying a little, then quiet, as […]
Read MoreChris Bullard Advice for a Hermit Building your dwelling on a remote mountaintop won’t mean that you’ll live any closer to the stars or more distant from this world. Chris Bullard’s work has appeared in recent issues of Nimrod, Muse/A Journal, The Woven Tale, Red Coyote, Cutthroat and The Offbeat.
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