Issues

Four Poems by Ren Powell

excerpts from When the Body Leads I. It begins and ends in a dream as do all clichés In a house I’ve lived in for years Where my feet know and remember Where to lift to avoid snagging socks or skin on the splintered spot on the soft pine floor Where my back knows and remembers Where to bend in […]

Two Poems by Tiffany Higgins

incantation in a time of drought                                                              Oakland, CA as if waiting for rain   I lean my nape across the night:   come morning, kiss- marks smooch cement   traces some god has visited   oh, but where?   above, full clouds hover: ash quilt of continents with silver thread stitched   pale cranes over Port of […]

Exit Interview by Matthew Woodman

“He must be very ignorant, for he answers every question he is asked.” — Voltaire I. Describe your relationship to the moon: a. Intimate. b. Cordial. c. Estranged. Explain. Food is to fasting as self is to __________. Which scar chronicles the cosmetic space slipping the confines of your body of knowledge? None of this is real: true or false? […]

Under the golden avocado by Roger Camp

Cold I cocoon myself encasing the stringy body of the hammock around me, camouflaged to sleep.   Waking to tittering bushtits flitting through the leaves, their jittery flight showering me   in golden-green efflorescences my wife picks out of my hair at dinner.   I follow a female’s dodgy flight discovering a pendulous woven wonder   a slapdash sac tweaked […]

The Sound of Bones\ by Michael Pagán

Like moving dabs, the star-pale children exasperate the night into pieces of thread; hands trembling “Ambush.” To whisper, hopefully: “Eyes, me?” The light crooking & bending its still branches seeming longer, bouncing back, tree in shape, the scarred bending of sounds like dry weeds; trees & the sky & unblemished senses come alive crushing the fronts of buildings, the arms […]

Two Poems by Benjamin Gucciardi

Spring in Smiljan, Croatia “Man, like the universe, is a machine. Nothing enters our minds or determines our actions which is not directly or indirectly a response to stimuli beating upon our sense organs from without.” -Nikola Tesla, A Machine to End War, 1937 With the zeal of welding sparks, The sour grass explodes Into a thousand yellow diamonds Soldered […]

Two Poems by Angela Peñaredondo

Why Grandmother Became a Minke Whale Underwater, she endures. Attempts to create a viable future in the shifty green among the other whores and feminists. Akin to the frilled sharks in cabaret and all that teeth. The wide paddle mouth of a pelican eel, the angler in their grotesque horniness harmonizes with her obsessions for hairy antennae oscillating in the […]

Odd Orchard: Thinking about “After Apple Picking”
by Sara Fetherolf

When I run the track around Prospect Park, or wait for the coffee to brew, or brush my hair, or walk home in the dark, I recite “After Apple Picking” to myself, and again when I sit down to write a poem, and again when I can’t sleep. It is a good manifesto for perfectionists. But I am done with […]

Sway by Sean T. Randolph

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Sway Dog by Sean T. Randolph

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Sway Cat by Sean T. Randolph

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How Many Holsteins Have I Drunk Milk From? by Sean T. Randolph

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