Nights when our thighs stuck to benches and candleflies beat powdery wings on churchhouse screens and […]
Poetry
You found it there were no arrows just trembling hands greeting people as they walked right […]
Lodestar by Diana Adams
Already there are already plants already they are blooming Then it’s our turn Then their’s again […]
Life by Jerzi Ficowski – translated by Jennifer Grotz & ...
He cut it from a hedge—the breaking day sad but not cold—and turning, he began to […]
The Staff by Giovanni Pascoli – translated by Geoffrey Brock
If the poem could stop writing itself, it would. Ageless perpetua, carbon to stone, lead and […]
Avail by Julie Marie Wade
In my photo there you are girl, where you going wearing that Trojan centurion helmet & […]
Halloween Redux by Stella Yin-Yin Wong
She went into the field where there were no syllables on the air. Though it seemed […]
When She Went into the Field by Julia Story
The crucified— mocked nailed and abandoned is the story from 1 AD to now, the point […]
The Wrap by Irene Ivantcheva – translated by Holly Karapetkova
John Sibley Williams is the author of As One Fire Consumes Another (Orison […]
At Bay by John Sibely Williams
—after Chloe Honum Dusk-lit clouds, tattered remnants of a hurricane above a motel a thousand […]
Birthday at Motel 6 by Mark Wagenaar
Alison C. Rollins, born and raised in St. Louis city, currently works as a Reference & […]
[American Journal] by Alison Rollins
The bee came up to my lips to dictate the beginning of a poem found by […]