Loss

Z.G. Tomaszewski You watch the yellow lace unwind from the young girl’s hair, stare at the stretched out spark of silk, remember the day your daughter died: glittered gold streamers whirling from handlebars; she was riding her bicycle, totter of training wheels helping to keep balance, but the hill— loose gravel and a guy driving,… More

Star Chant

Sean Lause The stars chant in whispers that wonder their way into moons that orbit your mind with illusions and lead you into pain. Don’t worry about it. This world was crooked long before you crooked your arm to hide that pair of aces. What to do then? Damned if I know. I can’t go… More

Fragilistics

James Grinwis It is also about projection, how one puts what one wants, misses, and believes on a someone all at once, its crazy, like my name is crazy. What kind of a name is Grinwis? It is a good one, my friends, a good one. Look at the skylight on your doorknob, how it… More

Sister to Sister

Andrea Potos Rivalry is no word for this heart- stash, burglar–you broke into my mother, staking my space– then, riveting my father’s eyes away, though he left a shine, path of silvered dark I follow. Andrea Potos is the author of four poetry collections, most recently We Lit the Lamps Ourselves from Salmon Poetry in… More

Forms of Glue

James Grinwis A prompter and a promptress. A torn apart dress hanging on a limb in the wilderness. It is said we know more about Mars than about the sea. It is said there is a depth that is unknown, it is impossible to fully understand a person, so don’t try, unless you are some… More

Salting Our Hungers

Michael T. Young I have a sweet tooth but the other thirty-one are savory. So I sugar the moment but salt the day, as a precaution against the hundred ways the mind fails. It’s where time decays, trying to extract the details of how I ran through corn fields, outdistanced the farmer, the way stalks… More

Advice for Disposing of Regret

Stephen Siperstein Suggestion #1: Hide it Under the bed or in the closet Though you never know who will find it Smelling of wet dog. Suggestion #18: Burn it A swirl of smoke Ends with cardinal wings Blazing through pines, Then nothing. Suggestion #29: Sell it Good luck. Suggestion #45: Call the professionals Who will… More

Untitled Sequence

Simon Perchik Its arms still around her, this dirt clings between what’s left behind and the rain –-its stones stare back can’t make out the fingers nearby easily yours and with each handful something that is not her forehead just the over and over nearness you pull closer and with your mouth welcomes this dirt,… More

Kissing, Fire

Yvonne Zipter I. Our lips are so dry, she says, we could start a fire, kissing. Once, we were incendiary as match tips, any flick of skin on skin: a conflagration, a curtain of flame through which we saw the world. Something as coy as oxygen fed us, our bodies the proverbial two sticks rubbed… More

Boss

Hilary Sideris Could I labor better, repress my yes hiss in the power of a higher wage, a multitasking tongue, a sticky kiss in the Employees Only pantry over free cookies? Can you breathe life into me, mortal to whom I submit my report, by whom I’m blessed when I sneeze. Hilary Sideris holds an… More