Sarah Russell Early Marriage Our fights were a barrage of arrows going to the softest places, as if everything depended on the outcome. M’aidez On this last desperate voyage, in a wreck of broken masts and shredded sails, we founder, sink, don’t realize we’ve drowned until we’re beyond soundings, at fathoms so deep no lead […]
Read MoreTara Roeder 38th Street I mark the scars of long gone trees, palm the walls of memory— linoleum green kitchen, window where Grandpa once asked if I saw the woman outside smiling, dusty room where I first learned what Alzheimer’s meant. Tara Roeder teaches writing in Queens, New York.
Read MoreAngeline Schellenberg Song for Sex Oh, mashup of poetry and friction, all here-ness and bungle, here’s to years of trust, flashes of huzzah, the grudging forgiveness, and the halleluiah. Bathing, Sinking The B&B where I bathed in lavender (before bubbles could make me cry) lies around the corner from the Misery— first syllables of the […]
Read MoreAngeline Schellenberg Last Goodbye You reach over the rail for my hand, smile, and say I love you, Edith and I want to tell you Grandpa, it’s me but my aunt Edie is a beauty, my age in 1977—the year you relive in your mind, so glad your little girl is here. Song for the […]
Read MoreH. Edgar Hix Soldier’s Body A raven pecking at a seedling of somebody’s love. H. Edgar Hix is always impressed by people who will put their lives where their beliefs are, though not always with their beliefs.
Read MoreBrad Rose The Nature of Inebriation Three o’clock in the morning, I wake up and hear the rain giddy drunk, falling all over itself barely able to hit the roof in three or four tries, but still persists in its dizzy, wasted, plunge. Brad Rose‘s website is www.bradrosepoetry.com.
Read MoreElizabeth Alford Meteor Highway, Just Off 180 Sometimes when all is dark and the night is long and lonely, I stare up and wish on the biggest, brightest star: that it might shine on when I am gone — that it might one day tell you wink by wink all those words I never said. […]
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Broken Lamp Last night we broke the lamp but when I woke you were still asleep your lovely face in shadow, so I watched a while, marveling at your quiet breaths, the streaming of your hair. There is no video of Steve Klepetar dancing in college.
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