Tonight there are thirty-two stars set in the night’s blue-black mouth, each dropping a syllable through the […]
Poetry
Wild birds fly into a man’s home; the resident will soon depart. […]
Bird by Charlie Bondhus
Three thin pricks of the syringe along the cupped curve of the vulva, and the red skin […]
How Far We’ll Go by Katherine Bode-Lang
Like the moon, a fraction of myself, once I turned and turned, alone in the room, alone in […]
Montdevergues, 1943 by Katharine Johnsen
What if the terrible was not terrible. What if beauty was not absolute but gradated. Here a […]
This Is That Is Not This by Matt Bell
TJ: Do you actually sit down to write a sonnet, ghazal, or villanelle? Or is it a […]
Women in Form: Jehanne Dubrow
When the birds fly up suddenly off the thistle-seed sock, all 20-30 of them in one stroke, […]
For A Minute There I Thought We Were in Trouble ...
What happens when God sits down for dinner? Do you set the table for two, three […]
At The Dinner Table With God And My Father by ...
April again, and again the river thaws grey – snow slipping under the confluence of five water […]
On the Pripyat, 2006 by Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach
Evensong Luc calling me to the water The breeze carrying his drunken voice through the mosquito netting […]
Phu Quoc by Kevin Simmonds
given up to the wind with arms like fire, ash upon ash, charcoal dust and soot ruins, […]
With Both Hands Bare by Krystal Howard
A woman on a bicycle with her child in the basket rides her way through wartime, passing […]