Three Poems | Benjamin Bartu

Ars Poetica with Inheritance & Refuse the neighbors’ son looksabout forty. he’s standingbeneath the oaks in their backyard, bellowing, justsay you’ll never give it to me,meaning the house in which the three of themnow

Out | Mickie Kennedy

Tell her. Watch her facedrain until she’s nothing but a mangled star, dammedlight. She didn’t raise you like this. She doesn’t knowthe tenderness of being a mirror along a lake’s calm.Blue into

Two Poems | Shlagha Borah

BurningFor Mamoni Raisom Goswami When they lifted you up to the pyre, you were all red. Lips painted, eyebrows seething, skinwrapped in the crimson of your mother’s mekhela sador. Your face crinkled

Two Poems | John A. Nieves

Bildungsroman: Donations So in goes the broken hose that wrappedyour ankle and swept you wet to the grass, and ingoes the cylinder of loose oolong you had held under you nose like

Hemispheres | Madeleine Bazil

Year after year, adaptation: neverunwieldy, but steady. Sometimes careless. Always there is traffic, and groceries.Those are the easy things. And then sometimesthese ruptures, or raptures.                                          Great distancesexpand / contract with my breath

Parched | Samantha Schnell

Parched When I woke up this morning I was thirsty for waterso I went into the kitchen and made a coffee.  Then I reclined on the couch, warming my ovarieswith my laptop

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