From Your Editors Election Day Candidate lawn signs wilt in the same rain as cardboard headstones. On this Election Day, we step away from our usual policy against publishing work by the editors here. We’re also stepping away from our usual requirement for one sentence bios. This poem is by Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco, who co-edits One […]
Read MoreWe are pleased that one of our most frequent contributors, Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco, is our guest-editor for the month of March. Thanks, Elizabeth! Dale Wisely Robert Scotellaro
Read MoreElizabeth McMunn-Tetangco Weather Forecast Storms will fall apart like crashing planes in the warm sky. Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco just wants it to rain.
Read MoreElizabeth McMunn-Tetangco Apocalypse No one sweats in the big movies, with the bombs like autumn trees and the ruins of the world in big red piles. Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco just wants it to rain.
Read MoreElizabeth McMunn-Tetangco “On the Last Ferry” The city is a lace of aching light falling away. Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco loves pitbulls and can’t smell.
Read MoreElizabeth McMunn-Tetangco On the Last Ferry The city is a lace of aching light falling away. Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco loves pitbulls and can’t smell.
Read MoreElizabeth McMunn-Tetangco Old Photo of Ivory Cutters In the picture, all the men smile with their lips over their teeth. Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco loves empty spaces.
Read MoreElizabeth McMunn-Tetangco Watermark When the thunderheads rise up like blood dropped loose in water why do I always think about your car, left in my driveway, four days later? Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco lives in California and writes poems because she can’t figure out how to eat the sky.
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