Poem: Charlene Taylor


Grapefruit I sang to you hot and hollow, a distant rhythm. My own pulsing howl at night. You flew to flush my face, beating heat between wings. My own cicada summer. You were my own sweet and sour seasonal hybrid. My own acidic forbidden grapefruit. You shed your shell – held back your peel, with … Continue reading

Poem: Adam Middleton-Watts

Photo by Ashley Crabill

Old For forty years or more they’ve known each other’s heat, the stale weight of innumerable mornings, the sinking and softening of flesh, hair curled dry to silver crisps or gone, eyes glazed and distant. The grunts, the groans, the indefatigableness of time. Incomplete dialogue concluded in the ether, slippered shuffles to a far-off kitchen, … Continue reading

Poem: Kevin Casey


At the West End of Long Pond Rocking gently by the crib, the anchor paid out just a few feet across the rocks heaped up inside the old log frame submerged beneath the pond, the May morning drifts by. A half mile out, by the river’s inlet, the giant granite rock still keeps its watch … Continue reading

Poem: Sherry Horowitz


We, Your Vineyard “…We are your Children and You, our Father. We are your Nation and You, our King. We are your Servants and You, our Master. We are your Vineyard and You, our Watchman…” —Except from a hymn of the Ne-ilah Service on Rosh Hashana. Clematis, Wisteria, Honeysuckle— cuttings that lace like lashings and … Continue reading

Poem: Toti O’Brien


5 Handmade Poem for Lynne Bronstein 1. One is soft mud I gather in a bucket (bright yellow) then I carry in a shady corner under a citrus tree by the stone wall where I’ll soon stick my first statuette: a brown bear, a primitive bas-relief, my own Altamira. My chest then expands like God’s … Continue reading

Poem: Chloe N. Clark


Godzilla Takes Iowa! At night I hear the crickets screaming and I think they better scream because Godzilla is coming and HE will devour them. I have a recent recurring nightmare that Godzilla destroys Ames. Except I’m not sure it’s a nightmare, because in it I am always fine. I watch destruction from the sidelines … Continue reading

Excerpt: Mary Buchinger


From Aerialist Sitting on a Bench in St. Pete I want to see art. For instance, that man with the tanned potbelly, tattoo rippling on his bicep, long grey hair sweeping his shoulder as he walks along the pier holding a casting net. With a sinker from its weighted fringe held between his lips, he … Continue reading

Poem: Jonathan Travelstead


Aubade, Alaska In Clam Gulch ruddy face-rubbed doors yawn open to frozen strangers. Toyotas, Peterbilts, and Subarus—in them the Samaritans’ feet worry engines past all reason. Hem. A gondola’s cree up a mountain cable. Haw. The low burr of tires grinding wheel wells. __________ Dog, I know you by the sound of cloud-bit, over-mushed huskies … Continue reading

Poem: Peycho Kanev


Wait The bruised sky hangs above the street just to report that it’s leaving me for good The single begonia in my garden, illuminating the house at night, is leaving me too Hundreds of black birds seeding the sky – Wait Don’t leave me too! Let’s read a book together or write a poem or … Continue reading

Three Questions: Tania Pryputniewicz

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We featured an excerpt from Tania Pryputniewicz’s November Butterfly (2014, Saddle Road Press) in May. A graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, she is the managing poetry editor at The Fertile Source and co-founder of Mother, Writer, Mentor. Recent poetry appeared in the NonBinary Review, Poetry Flash, and Soundings East. Her collaborative micro movies feature … Continue reading


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