TO SEE HER GO | Gaven Lover

I’ll tell you from experience that the night sky looks different after your mom dies. When the moon is out and you remember some old poem about how every person that has

Transmigration | Justin Groppuso-Cook

I bore the badlands, burned my birth certificate in a sweat of cedar. Shed light upon the burial. So obsessed with stars I toiled with the earth, knowing nothing of the sacred, where

Flying Ant Day | Emily Montgomery

how the winged ants poured from holes in the orange hill and we kneltrapt as they clambered up blades of grass in clusters and hurled themselves into the wind carried like small parachuted soldiers in

Orange | Jesse Lee Kercheval

I see a shadow at the edge of everything, dear friend, I see a darkness, anhinga  with its ink wings wide. Some mornings the world smells of ocean, others of rust.  Some

Three Poems | Dia Roth

Allergies 2 I didn’t know you could be allergic to cold water. Reactions can range from hives  to death—though yours have always been mild.Summer came late this year, the lake full of fresh 

Two Poems | Maureen Clark

Particles Dark matter moves the universe away                   from itselfhold your breath        the matter           with no name            

A Mother’s Grave | Edison Dupree

This painful stonetooth has nothing to grindagainst but sky.All your panickyrage is coffined,it’s tamped in, deeper than I amtall. Nothing to fearnow but the poison’sown loneliness,standing here,saying its charm, as if to