David Adès Quest Stillness: the inland sea explorer after explorer died to find. David Adès is an Australian poet whose most recent book Afloat in Light is available through UWA Publishing at https://uwap.uwa.edu.au/products/afloat-in-light.
Read MoreSharon Suzuki-Martinez Snake in Phoenix If I had to describe the movement of the snake crossing a road in Phoenix this summer morning, ……………I would not say ……………………..it slithered, …………..but rather, ………………………………..she shimmered ……………………flowing before traffic ………………………………………………..like a deathless river in a dust city. Sharon Suzuki-Martinez is the author of The Way of All Flux […]
Read MoreTomoko Sawada Homeless Her thank you was like that of 10 year old wiping tears away with both hands when i gave her 2 bananas so cold in this april night. Tomoko Sawada lives in New York City.
Read MoreLillian Hallberg Specs Asunder He was an architect by trade, with meticulous plans and blueprints for his life, until she walked in one sultry night, and curves upset right angles. Lillian Hallberg is from Boston, enjoys rejuvenatement (never say retirement) and begins each morning with a steaming cup of coffee, reading, and writing poetry. http://lillianthehomepoet.com
Read MoreA.S. Coomer Passive (Aggression) I had to wait for the whole backhand to weigh the compliment. A.S. Coomer writes stuff, novels include Rush’s Deal, The Fetishists, Shining the Light & The Devil’s Gospel. www.ascoomer.com.
Read MoreHannah Silverstein Shapeshifters The goldfinches rise from the goldenrod as if the field had taken wing from flowers, discarding a life of dirt and crawling things for sky, if only as far as a branch on the gray wetland snag— what might have been a tall birch, once, or a maple, before beavers turned the […]
Read MoreHannah Silverstein The Tricycle The girl—maybe five, maybe six years old, band-aid elbow, dirt-scrubbed knee— who (her brother calling her to race) pauses her green trike in the gravel dust to wave at the jumbo jet miles and miles more already away from the outer arm of this spiral galaxy of washboard road and woodlot […]
Read MoreHannah Silverstein Where to Look When you realize you were focused all along on the wrong thing— swatting mosquitos the moment the meteor flamed the atmosphere, your friends gasping while too late you look up to see only what assumptions of familiarity have made banal, only a dome of imperfect stars, milky light bridging moments […]
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