Brent Goodman Last Exit North Between this, the forest’s shadow, and dream . . . trillium. Brent Goodman is an MFA poet turned haiku poet turned invisible poet living in Wisconsin’s Northwoods with his foldable mountain bike and three rescued cats.
Read MoreHowie Good Early Buds Slow footsteps stop just outside the door: anti- terror units in half- face masks and bulletproof vests. Howie Good‘s eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards.
Read MoreAbigail Johnson American Insomnia Sweet sleep, I know you the way that a blind man is said to know the moon Abigail Johnson is a student at the University of Virginia, and when she is not writing, she particularly enjoys drinking miso soup and identifying moss.
Read MoreBrad Rose Bee, Erratic It’s not your sting I fear, nor the frenzied crush of your yellow thrashing, but your faithless hoverings— nearer to me, than I am to myself— until, like the electricity of sudden shock, you flit to some other unsuspecting Poppy, whose pretty nectar you imagine far sweeter than my unswerving, dulcet, […]
Read MoreKristina England Black and White If I told my three-year-old nephew, the earth is square, he’d believe in rotating corners, the edge of the world, and bounce plastic boxes instead of balls. Kristina England lives, writes, hikes, and sails in Worcester, Massachusetts.
Read MoreKay Pillai Chinese Lantern Pretty ball of red burns from within— unrequited, unseen Kay Pillai used to live somewhere in India every day, till she drowned in a fairy tale.
Read MoreBilly Antonio Progress The day the bulldozers and the ten-wheelers came, the wind stood still and the dust settled on the silent trees. Billy Antonio is a Filipino who writes poetry to remind himself of moments he thinks are worth remembering. http://themoss-coveredwell.blogspot.com
Read MoreH. Edgar Hix Grief A sunset can be spoken about but never spoken. H. Edgar Hix is hiding out with his seven cats, dog, and very patient wife as he writes away.
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