Falling, parachutes hiss: windgrammar is tears salting the bridge from reason. Memory, green leash, flags in […]
TQ14 Poetry Open Contest
I don’t have ideas, I have knives. They’re plastic. I use them to write my name […]
Ends by V. Joshua Adams
It’s a small world, but not if you have to clean it. Barbara Kruger Out in the ruined […]
Theodicy by Susan O’Dell Underwood
1. If I inhabit the whole house I will suffer no more sorrow than if I […]
Habitation by Ruth Danon
My nightgown is made of almost paper I wish I could have used the shovel more […]
Our Own by Rachel Abramowitz
“My Mother Describes Chemo for Andy Warhol” is a terrifying and funny look at the medical […]
Judge’s Citation by Denise Duhamel
After Robin Schiff I collided with a verb that […]
Pendulum by Kara Candito
http://www.tupeloquarterly.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Remembering-Steinberg.pdf Arthur Solway’s poems have recently appeared in Salmagundi, TriQuarterly, BOMB, The Antioch […]
Remembering Steinberg by Arthur Solway
A spot of blood in my tea. You on my weighted lip. Fissure I can find, […]
Here by Soren Stockman
The dentist who says he won’t hurt leans in with the needle. His furry arm brushes […]
Amalgam by Dawn McGuire
I didn’t know I’d love that little town Vinyl siding, trailer park, O bright blue propane […]
Ode on a Fragment of an Urn by Dawn McGuire
To the extent that American universality depends upon the possibility of assimilation, there is always also […]