David Adès The Times We Live In The picked clean ribcage of an old shipwreck lies on the beach as remnant, no less than the skeleton of all our certainties, exposed now as myths, and this endless grief, not for all things lost but for all things believed in that were nothing more than wind […]
Read MoreElizabeth J. Mitchell Dreaming of You There are people we dream of before we meet them & people we can’t stop dreaming of once we know them. Elizabeth J. Mitchell is from Michigan. She loves nature and sunsets.
Read MoreSteve Klepetar What I Brought The face of a lizard burned into my skull a deck of cards with fifty-two queens a bucket of sand turning red in the moonlight which you can hang from a maple branch beneath a squad of squabbling crows. Steve Klepetar wishes he could behold nothing that is not there […]
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Knowing the Way He uses words to make something he could grip with hands, a rope or chain, something he could haul, like planks or boards or bricks, not water, not wind, not a song caught in his ear since last week but a body made of air, limping through crowds as if […]
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Boy Scouts of America I saw a Boy Scout yesterday in our dying mall where he built a fire, spun straw into gold, sang “Waltzing Matilda” as he drifted out the exit doors, his hatchet face honed by wind. Steve Klepetar wishes he could behold nothing that is not there and the nothing […]
Read MoreGianna Sannipoli Never Odd or Even I want a love like a palindrome, working backwards and forwards— always arriving at the same conclusion. Gianna Sannipoli can romanticize just about anything.
Read MoreJ.R. Solonche After a Chinese Poem Not eager for news, I am the recluse who will not answer the door for fear he will open to one who comes this near only to ask the way to another’s house. J.R. Solonche is the author of eight books of poetry.
Read MoreDevon Balwit Guests Sometimes in winter, the light catches the water to reveal ice-bloom, a strange lace very like the fungus that occasionally dapples my belly and sends me reaching for cream, for no reason, really, so gentle a guest is it as we briefly share a skin. Devon Balwit is working on welcoming the […]
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