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By Leonore Wilson …like packable documents did they portend lightning or the sag ponds the linear troughs did the compromised oaks in their full-drought state the blood-brother hills off-kilter hawks … Continue Reading And the Tectonic Plates of California—
By Leonore Wilson A kingfisher’s blue bolt and flame’s soft thunder in the night earth and air of California, our mythologized West… Flame a barbarous crimson sparking the cobwebbed … Continue Reading And Lightning When the Spirit Flares
By Laine Derr and Carolina Torres We soak up the sun, flesh of many colors,bathe in the tides of idle thoughts, dressesdropping in search of sail, forgetful ofthe end, a … Continue Reading A Honeyed Song (a coauthored poem)
By Laine Derr when a bag of candy cost a dime.when my hair, a looking glass, was light.when heat smelled of hops.when a child’s ball, stars and stripes – beloved.when … Continue Reading I Remember
By Laine Derr We met before the dew had fallen. The showerheads do not work.Our front door lock just fell off.The freezer continues to flow along our kitchen floor.Our dishwasher … Continue Reading Arepas at Light
By Sam Hendrian Getting up and getting dressed Is easy enough Even when the rain Suggests more pain than gain. But midway through the third act When the sun goes … Continue Reading To Be Held By Someone At Night
By Lavinia Liang The problem with New York is you / think you’ve made it before you’ve / made it. The problem with me is I / can’t keep it … Continue Reading February Light
By Lavinia Liang A nut fell from the sky straight into my teacup. There’s something Newtonian about that, said my companion across the table. I could wash windows with the … Continue Reading God of Falling Fruit
By Lavinia Liang was not a true waterfall, but then again— a bridge for cars, a white clapboard house, steep gravel paths down to where the rocks formed a tent … Continue Reading Grange Falls
By david woodward Voidness cannot injure voidness. ―Tibetan Book of the Dead i. decide to some the conscience that knows its un-conscious is so much more conscious― … Continue Reading Helplessly Frantically Hopefully or trip to the zoo
By Diane Webster Like a horse lifting its head to strengthen the smell into its nostrils I declare, “It smells like rain.” Clouds tease darker, lighter; flex muscles, lounge under … Continue Reading Rain Smell
By Diane Webster The man stares at me with mute puppet comprehension — blinking eyes betray the only life inside. I want to fold him inside his coffin suitcase, let … Continue Reading Mute Puppet
By Huina Zheng My sister’s ex-husband showed up on Chinese New Year’s Eve. We thought he had come to borrow money or cause trouble. Before the divorce he had lived … Continue Reading A Bone in the Throat
By James Croal Jackson What, you wanna rule oceans of plastic? This life is life, I guess, gray loam wind swirling, birds screaming endlessly through the A.M. Hospitals are rampant … Continue Reading Tyranny on TV– and More!
By Allison Phillips Do you think if we figured out how to build houses on the ocean we would? Raze the next line of trees tear the homes … Continue Reading Houses on the Ocean
by Kylee Walton I feel as though I haven’t read a book in ages. This is true, because I really haven’t. According to Goodreads, the last book I’ve read was … Continue Reading On Seasonal Reading