Poem: Alex Stolis

silenzio

Stillhet; Cisza; Silenzio You show me your scars, one for each sin. I trace them make them my own. There is no moon, no street sounds and sunrise is a story, fragile and green. You tell me about going to Warsaw alone for seven days. How it was hot and black. How you walked all … Continue reading

Excerpt: Merie Kirby

thedogruns

From The Dog Runs On Ashes, ashes She comes into the kitchen, top-knotted hair, chocolate-marked shirt, and pulls at my hands until we circle. She chants ring rosie, ring rosie, until I start to sing the rhyme she wants to hear. A posy is a small bunch of flowers, meant to protect you. They don’t … Continue reading

Poem: Dylan Crawford

wood_division

Wood Division I. I pull over and step into the flame of New Mexico’s summer, into a white canvas sky that scatters clouds of lace across the angry face of the eastern horizon. The distance shimmers. Small stones are brittle under my boots, angry beetles pressed for shade. Slow fade before a last glance and … Continue reading

Excerpt: Meg Johnson

sleepover

From Inappropriate Sleepover Timber!* I’m a Victorian cowgirl with a clicking jaw. I don’t wear sweatpants with the word TROUBLE printed on the ass because that would be redundant. This is where I up the ante by writing something even more offensive like I’m so hot I could impregnate myself. Somehow, even without the TROUBLE … Continue reading

Poem: Jeff Burt

beforethewind

Before the Wind Comes Up Tossed and turned by a short sleepless night in July-high heat I rose with the crow before the sun struck the stars from the sky and walked the four miles to work down a road where a hawk and I were the only motion and stopped on a bridge to … Continue reading

Poem: Anthony DiMatteo

theriverthesky

The River, The Sky Paul Klee said he would work so as not to cry. But where do tears go if not to the same root? Compressing the sky into a single bolt is hard work even for the sky, much less the artist rubbing a bow on the edge of a sheet of tin … Continue reading

Poem: Laurin Becker Macios

ourselvesweremade

Our Selves Were Made for Something and We Searched for It When we found ourselves there it was March and quiet with snow. Flakes scented like sliced apple lazed down—gathered, melted on a striped cat’s fur. Mountains loomed like hangnails, hurt a little. Each moment was a textbook full of how. We found a brown … Continue reading

Poem: Dana Hubanks

skunk_cabbage

Skunk Cabbage I can smell the skunk cabbage blooming in the roadside ditches moldy remnants of last year’s crops forgotten, wait to be tilled under as reeking wreckage. Women break their own backs pounding blunt tools into the earth in rhythmic prayer to forsaken soil redeeming the redeemer. After three months of thick time pouring … Continue reading

Poem: David L. White

thelimitsofname

The Limits of Name “But above and beyond there’s still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover— But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.” —T. S. Eliot I was named when I was born, codified in a moment … Continue reading

Three Questions: Marc J. Frazier

2013-06-08

We excerpted Marc J. Frazier’s new chapbook, After (Finishing Line Press), in the summer. He has been widely published in journals including The Spoon River Poetry Review, ACM, Caveat Lector, Slant, Permafrost, Plainsongs, Poet Lore, Rhino, The Broome Review, descant, and The G W Review. He is the recipient of an Illinois Arts Council Award … Continue reading

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