by Brooke Gebhardt You’ve never seen the worlduntil you’ve seen your mother cry. When pale white knucklesgrip the kitchen sink as she questionswhether to let you see. When hazel mixes with crimson, staringback at you, sparklingwith fresh tears. When lips quiver and shoulders shake,attacking the walls of your heart and…
by Antonio Eramo If fools rush in where angels fear to treadthen angels know not love nor sacrifice.I battle with this fool inside my headand try to seek out words to be concise.Yet heart cannot express through mere devicejust how divine life is when you are there.When you are there…
by Russell Rowland Sketchy is the restroomin this ramshackle arcade—almosta closet, dark—still, she has to go.Granddaughter, eight, insistsGrampy accompany her. I do— softened at her own wayof being those years young, her faiththat an elder man, retired,unremarkable, divorced, can causethe world to seem a safer place. Once we’re both inside,…
by Amanda Valerie Judd Despite its reputationas an early riser,I imagine there must be days,at least one or two,when even the Sunyawns in protestat the hourit must open the curtainson another morning.
by Marah McCarty she is quiet within her skin,although there is no definition for demureness in the Garden.she does not need to be courageous,feel the adversity which make women stagnate toGod’s greater plan.she is supple and pink,a canvas of the most impractical womanand mankind’s most perfect.he is robust, with large…
by DS Maolalai little to say to eachother this morning.the woman who will bemy wife sips her coffee,eats toast, eats a pieceof fried egg off a fork.I shovel a mess from my plate,fold a badly madesandwich, falling apartlike the buildings outside.but for now it’s stillfunctional – I get it upinto…
by Robert Beveridge (This poem contains a mention of animal death.) Two more crowslandbeside the corpseof the deerhit twodays ago
by T.W. Strawhouse Hello all, I knowthis email will probably be as hard to read as it was to write2 A disturbed field, the dirt upturned by plowleft to be, sun-bleached, and its nitrogen depleted is an open invitationfor ragweed, Lespedeza, and thorn-skinned scatters of invasive Bradford pears3 – Using…
by Marah McCarty My paradigm shifted to accommodate you.You have been a ghost all this time, never caught, never taunted, filling the pages of anthropology portfolios, flat-field lands of headstones.You give no referendums before your decisions. Yet, no one can enact revenge upon you. There is nothing of yours that…
by DS Maolalai working together, all threein tandem, particularwith slow careful movement.we carry it properly,held high from the ground,with the legs at hip-levelto swivel. it’s beena good sofa, I think – many thingshappened here and still,it’s quite comfortable.my first time getting ridof an object which works. my legs nearly go…