With Rapunzel
Hannah Calkin
“From my perch so Once I climbed the vines
They caught my hair And ripped a strand”
in the glow of other gods
John Sweet
“as the doors of the church are
barricaded
as the fires are set”
Twin Bed
Diana Rosen
“I watch it curve
like a round-shoulder mourner
at the Wailing Wall,”
Reading and Writing
Anne Whitehouse
“Then his eyes flew back again
and he plunged into his reading,
tossing over page after page.”
Kissing Spring
Kissing Spring By Thandiwe Andrade-Foster When Spring came and kissed me at my window, She called me come and play, She sang, come watch my golden fingers, My gilded … Continue Reading Kissing Spring
Radical Kinship
by Amy Baskin —dedicated to the staff of Homeboy Industries and Fr. Greg Boyle Tell me again all about my roots. Swab my cheeks. Can you see my … Continue Reading Radical Kinship
Adoration
by Gale Acuff When Miss Hooker calls on me to tell her and my classmates here in Sunday School just who killed the giant Goliath with his sling I answer Jesus and everyone laughs. No, … Continue Reading Adoration
The Green Line perseveres
by Amy Baskin —for Ricky Best, Taliesin Namkai-Meche, Micah Fletcher and the young women they defended on on the train in Portland, Oregon on May 26th, 2017 notice how platforms … Continue Reading The Green Line perseveres
The Scream
by Caitlin Waltz “The color shrieked.” -Edvard Munch I walk along a bridge with no beginning and no end, the sunset reflected in the faded streaks of color in the … Continue Reading The Scream
To Insecurity in Sexuality
By Faith Diaz She sat in class the first day. Black choker, red hair licking her neck like flames only attempting to be contained with a single black hair tie. … Continue Reading To Insecurity in Sexuality
Rimbaud’s Last Stand
by Rick Viar Porters unlash you after the desert, your breathing a brittle, sweat-faded book you decide you’ll keep. It is time to be forgiven for lies, absinthe, … Continue Reading Rimbaud’s Last Stand
You Know Nothing
By Thomas L. Winters
You know nothing
about the snowfall
the coming blackness, or
the silver rain bolts spying
Meeting my Child
By Griff Foxley
A lonely heart invited me over and was elated I’d seen the scroll in the bottle,
And had responded of all things, yes. Of all things, yes.
So I ventured. But frittered away on dirty stoops and dim, private alleys along the way,
Lost my way a time maybe two maybe two hundred. But here I stand at the scroll’s address.
A Few Words from Cleopatra’s Lover
By Jen Rouse
You trap the sun
in endless Ball jars,
line them up like
tiny souls on
the window sill.
Two Moons
By Mark Belair
I was maybe 20
in this taut dream, not
looking back to that age or
knowing I’d returned to it, but simply
Old Woman and Tea
by Michael Hammerle
That boy’s gonna’ be
a heart taker.
He’s got
our father’s eyes;