Marauder by Sara Burge Luck I watch my son playing all the way backin the yard against chain link alley fencetalking to a strangerand I see how small he isand I wonder what adult would talk to someone so smalland why doesn’t my son spring away as fast as he canso I...
I call and tell my mother I’m cutting my hair + A Love Poem to Cockroaches by Samantha Padgett I call and tell my mother I’m cutting my hair and she tells me she hopes I’m okaywith it looking bad. Here’s the thing:the sun in winter is still hot, and I’mone January...
Wild by Anna B. Sutton back home a bearcrossed the parking lot of a local bowling alley and the town went wild we aimed cameras at our backyardslike birds of prey we craned our necks while driving scanned the woods along the interstatefor a telltale...
Notes About the Butterflies, the Moth, and the Sadness by Triin Paja I place a small tortoiseshell in a matchbox, beside the three others. It is the saddest matchbox I know. At night, I touch my ear against it. A silence. I believed there was poetry in their nearness....
