Marlee Gaffey

Myself, I am. A vessel in the shining condensation, ephemeral as steam, adores the breath that […]

God as Reflexive Pronoun by Susan O’Dell Underwood

Nights when our thighs stuck to benches and candleflies beat powdery wings on churchhouse screens and […]

You found it there were no arrows just trembling hands greeting people as they walked right […]

If the poem could stop writing itself, it would. Ageless perpetua, carbon to stone, lead and […]

In my photo there you are girl, where you going wearing that Trojan centurion helmet & […]

She went into the field where there were no syllables on the air. Though it seemed […]

John Sibley Williams is the author of As One Fire Consumes Another (Orison […]

—after Chloe Honum Dusk-lit clouds, tattered remnants of a hurricane above a motel a thousand […]

Alison C. Rollins, born and raised in St. Louis city, currently works as a Reference & […]

I thought objects into portents but they were not: empty rum jug from Panama. Crow, uppercut […]

sometimes it’s a matter of dropping once again to my knees as if in prayer as […]

syllables & sighs. Oh, the sounds around us were just words (a warren of warnings) & […]