Ryan Gunn

Though I live far away on the shores of Scythia, with those stars visible that never touch the […]

Stars That Never Touch the Sea by Paul Nemser

Jellyfish, it seems, are what our oceans are becoming: capitalizing on the warming temperatures, the acidification, the decreasing […]

Did no one tell him that he couldn’t do it? That it can’t be done, period? He got […]

If I was asked how I felt when I watched you in […]

Isn’t it a shame, my grandmother said, silver fork in her shivering fist, how we have to go […]

I fear most the most beautiful: the city up in flames the chanting figure’s hair on fire our […]

You are in your best way, dressed and sweating after a shower. The dew is settling on your […]

A man stands in my field informing me the body is light, we are all light. Where is […]

Sometimes the woman in the mirror is not you. That’s how this poem will end, I’m telling you […]

Is it not enough to write about the empty bottles, anymore than the space between them? Not enough […]

I don’t want to teach anymore lessons to anyone, lessons I haven’t learned or lessons I have learned. […]

How they would nest in our bones if they could. Inhabit a skull, wind-scrubbed, sterile, line it with […]