A. Loudermilk Who do you think you are not answering the world? Onward tiptoeing soldier mouth poked full of cake? Maybe when you’ve always had your own room the fire escape collapses? So what’s to see from your window? Future disasters or just asters in the brook? House number or incest? Spur of murder? Unadjusted… More


Jeffrey Parker The numb narcotic of scrolling down the forever page, growing longer as the day dissolves its relevance into repetitions of images and words, floating over black electricity and disappearing as quickly from memory as from the last neurons – shifting between the hum of backlit screens and the faint subconscious, the dead white… More

June Myth

Neil Shepard Mother unhands him to Father who unhands him to nanny who unhands him to the wheezy song of a redwing, to the warm wind’s swishing willows, to the wild rose at the yard’s edge … all of which reach him in the blue crib and pick him up and itch his nose and… More

Before I was Born

Rachel Mehl my parents read Mother Earth News, sold their house in Seattle to buy a 35 acre plot of forest and swamp. They built a house with a wood furnace, and planted a vine maple in the courtyard to cool the hall in summers. Grandpa Hi water witched. They put in a well. My… More

Another Broken Doe

Rachel Mehl A parent could tell a child she was praying, her back legs broken, facing the trees along the freeway, sitting up like a dog. I had to swerve not to hit her. I have a friend who writes of desire. Of the bodies flesh and bone. Sex without love, I’ve figured out, but… More

From Beneath the Bridge

P. Ivan Young I hear the knocking of their hooves, watch the wood splinter, needle the sun shafts that pierce my dark. Who wouldn’t challenge the boldness of young goats crossing to greener pastures as if this were some right? I knew their deception would end badly for me. But because they were trying something… More