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Here, at the edge, there is nothing but space,Here, at the edge, there is nothing but time.The lungs, filled with fresh air, are unfulfilled,For, the mind is tired, lost in … Continue Reading The lungs are filled with the image undone by Ivan Leontyev
the miraculous is so the miraculous is soand we so adultywave it awayas if so socomplacency in copious richesanother Edenic dayho huma blue jay featherI seed them dailyone left this … Continue Reading Three Poems by Bill Routhier
Ella Kindt is a poet and writer from South Carolina. She is currently pursuing an MFA in poetry at North Carolina State University. Their work appears in Susurrus Magazine, Carolina … Continue Reading ode to the red-tail hawk by Ella Kindt
Old ManThe day started with a sunrise.The farm was wet with dewand an old man sat down his drawing materialsuntil eveningwhen it was time to look for his knife. You … Continue Reading Two Poems by Nick Hilbourn
They walk the streets as if aliensImmersed and blinded in light, tiredGhosts with only sunglasses onTo make them human and children Huddled and body-slammedAgainst ice-cream shop windowsLike fruit hanging and … Continue Reading Florida Summer by Steven Pelcman
Great Fish in the Sky Taroko the whale shark died 18 yearsafter his relocation to the Georgia Aquarium. Acquired from an illegal fish market,he would need a shroud the size … Continue Reading Two Poems by Qiang Meng
INTERLOCUTERHere, cafébound among people with laptopsor grading papers in this university town I read of the 2%of wild things remainingtotal body weight vs oursand the beings we control my animal … Continue Reading Two Poems by Dave Rosenheim
By Adrianna Gordey i read some of your poems her critiques were shrikes impaled me on a thorn savored my self-esteem with … Continue Reading My Mom is the Worst Workshop Partner
By Jemma Emele I stand here, in front of the mirror of the bathroom in my friends house and I look at myself and through the window the sun shines … Continue Reading Here
By Evan Tassin All the eulogies for the horse. All the slack and rambling. All the more reason to fall. On your knees you could drain it down. I won’t … Continue Reading Dead Language
By Val Vanderburgh I knew to listen for you at the not-quite-hill slumbering at trail’s end It was there where we first smelled the soccer fields ringed by a thousand-thousand … Continue Reading Mine Falls Park, Nashua, NH
The bike race comeseach year to San Sebastianattacks the famous peakat Jaizkibeldowntown the old manpulls his robe aroundhis ageing bodyshivering beneaththe northerly windeyes squinting overa cup of instant coffee remembering … Continue Reading Donostia
Poetry is our salvation. By Austin Allen James Are we the jazz worthy of the Harlem River?Is the riff kind? We do not understand forever—onlynow. Human gospel lives in black … Continue Reading Frozen Boots and Boiling Lakes
By Corbett Buchly the night comes in like a broom brushing away the grasps of sun with streaks of moon ribbon and void grins of empty space the night is … Continue Reading the night is not what you think
By Eben Lee Thomas Five deer tense in dense bright airof backyard hung between full moonand snow-pack. The short-horned buck staresat road, at dry-line, at house, and I in my … Continue Reading Deer Stand
By William Miller In a green, humpbacked late 50’s car, we were always driving but never seemed to get anywhere. My dad smoked like most people breathed, never let a … Continue Reading Home