“...To see the part of the glass that’s full you have to raise it to the light […]
Poetry
I unhooked and took her down hand warm and worn like a spoon silvered with use […]
Amina (August) by Edie Rhoads
grammar is political. i can hear your difference. subtle hunger built in a sea of me. the […]
grammar is political…(an excerpt from ‘Where You Stay At’) by ...
The seized horses’ ribs poke out, hooves soft and cracked on the hard ground. My daughter hangs […]
Before We Can Speak to Her About Death by Tricia ...
So many times have I crossed the Danube on the thin ice of the steam from my […]
On Icy Shores by George Vulturescu translated by Adam Sorkin ...
You have a stampede of horses trapped inside you, the doctors say, the scientists say. They […]
Bridle by Anna Welch
If I drink this whole river it will turn to blue gossamer thread I can pull […]
Somewhere Over Nevada I Realize by Sarah Janczak
After a while the locks grow over-worn with use, the screws get loose, and the gate flaps, […]
Seventeen by Kwame Dawes
In the fallout shelter we press our ears to the radio static. We listen for the […]
If Love Finds Us in the Fallout Shelter by Brianna ...
I have made nothing of myself. I have gone on this long, spilling water into half-full […]
Gingerly by Monique-Adelle Callahan
The chorus girls descend, their wings a wonder of feather and zipline. The oboes in the […]
Ex Machina by Nancy Reddy
I first proposed this collaborative corner of TQ with an appreciative glance at Robert Creeley’s work […]