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By Daniela Lilly Mouth wide open, unmoving, unclosed,A hollow cave for brittle promisesLeft for dead.Fragile, as the last tearThat brought peace, unwanted. (And) With her last breath,A cup of tea … Continue Reading A Cup of Tea Went Cold
By Sarah Dickenson Snyder I have always seen timeas a circle, a calendar pulling the last month back to the first.The circles shrink and tighten, how I see babies being … Continue Reading Time & Space
By David Troupes Blue plastic washed among weed,among rope and foamwith the other torn things, arrived through bowels of making and metal,the gizzards and vents of the world-machine. Petrochemicals, trees perhaps— … Continue Reading An Island Off Chatham
By Sarah Dickenson Snyder My first kiss was under a leaf pilemy face flecked with fall—latermy father burned the moundin front of our house on the edgeof Elm Street. All … Continue Reading Kindling
Toti O’Brien Of the tree that shed a gigantic branchflooding it with a shot of lymphsucked up from the roots, causing it to burstexploded by centrifugal pressureI heard the sacrifice … Continue Reading The Cure
By Christopher Palmer Waiting for the bus ITurn to face the freezing rain,Hear the quick-low tapping on my glasses. Gentle but sharp, not moving too quickly.Tendrils of a distant fire … Continue Reading Somewhere, In the Distance
By Mary Christine Delea is its cool detachment. The machine hasnothing to lose or gain no matterwhat is discovered. The MRI, all metaland lights, knows only its own sounds, noises … Continue Reading What the DVT Loves about the MRI
By Bonnie Larson Staiger after Margaret Haberman’s “How to Make Espresso” In the center of the continentmy landlocked coffee machinegurgles and spits mannaand crema in my insulated mug.Not bad actually … Continue Reading A Straight Shot Between Friends
By Steven M. Smith in memory of my grandparents’ house cleaner Oh, rubber-gloved heroineof my grandparents’ household!Hair and freckles the color of ripestrawberries. Diminutive, feistymatriarch of the O-Cedar sponge mopand … Continue Reading Mrs. Hardy
by: John Zedolik For the past four years, John Zedolik has been an adjunct English instructor at a number of universities in and around Pittsburgh. He has published poems in … Continue Reading Apparent Pause
by: Aaron Sandberg Aaron Sandberg still plays his Sega Genesis. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in West Trade Review, Asimov’s, The Offing, Sporklet, Lowestoft Chronicle, Abridged, Giallo, Right … Continue Reading Hindsight
by: Aaron Sanberg Aaron Sandberg still plays his Sega Genesis. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in West Trade Review, Asimov’s, The Offing, Sporklet, Lowestoft Chronicle, Abridged, Giallo, Right … Continue Reading Trespass
by: Scott Waters Venus and the moonwent out last nightto set the sky on fire. I saw them in the morning–two laughing, dissipated,revived old girlstottering home acrossa wide black street,thumbing … Continue Reading Ladies’ Night Out
by: Scott Waters From the windowof our warm kitchenthe eastern skyblushes like the cheek of the young womanin the pink parkawho spent the nightleaning against a telephone poleacross the streeta … Continue Reading Blanket
by: Shana Genre Come to the hospital,she said.He’s dead. My father,body cold and stillears deaf sinewy form stretched,finally at rest,the number from the half- marathon marked along legsthat ran beside … Continue Reading Finish Line
by: Shana Genre Gong of swaying bell buoy& cry of black-backed gullsound my welcome.Beneath, mysteryof urchin, octopus, & humpback whalemove among darkness, caressed by rockweed. A rare guillemot landsupon a … Continue Reading To the Fort