My Mom is the Worst Workshop Partner
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
Here
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
Dead Language
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
The Good Son
“Don’t worry. She was gone by the time she got to the third step,” he says, describing the fall that resulted in your mother’s ill-timed death. You’ve just parked in … Continue Reading The Good Son
Mine Falls Park, Nashua, NH
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
Donostia
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
Gold
By Madison Brown I stare at golden treetops as the sun sinks slowly. Trees are strengthened by the decades they’ve lived. It makes me feel so young, so small. Like … Continue Reading Gold
ode to (pleasantly) drowning in a pink tidepool on world poetry day
By Anabelle Taff the cherry-blossom ocean backwash laps the hump of my chin,splatters over my rose lips. saltwater has never tasted so delicious.i smile at the authoritative sun and tiny, … Continue Reading ode to (pleasantly) drowning in a pink tidepool on world poetry day
Frozen Boots and Boiling Lakes
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
the night is not what you think
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
The Metro
By Richard Schreck Clinging to the nearest seat back for support, Marta Novak stood in the crowded aisle as the metro train descended below street level. Strangers’ bodies pressed in. … Continue Reading The Metro
Three Minutes
By Allyson Petrek The instruction pamphlet says to dip the stick in for five seconds. Then, wait three minutes, no more than five. Because if you didn’t time things correctly, … Continue Reading Three Minutes
Deer Stand
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
Home
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
Other People
By William Miller They remain, always, unknown continents where coastlines might be seen, touched, never the interior growth, the tall, foreboding trees or the caves between the rocks. And when … Continue Reading Other People
Winter Shoreline in Miami
for Jon By Anthony Botti I do not remember what I was like before you. Early mornings, you swim in the sharp, nurturing surf. Our thirty-year relationship is like this … Continue Reading Winter Shoreline in Miami