2 Poems by Luciana Jazmín Coronado + translated by Allison A. deFreese Omen You foresee the birds,the colorof their freshly-laid breasts.They whisper in your ear:here and thereno longer exist.You take care nowso no handful of earthever starves in your hands. Augurio...
My Body Is A Jungle Gym by Polley Poer You know the drill—everybody is anything My body is a cave My body is a pork roast— bodybodybody— There are children in my heartplaying tag one finds anotherin crash position because the sun’sdoing that thing...
When I Announce That I’m Pregnant by Kindall Fredricks Josie is just a translation of a translation of a— Smile like a torn envelope eyes flintlocked to mine I was hammer- stricken then. The nights we’d sit on her roof...
O Ghetto Tree Our Tree Of Heaven by Justin Groppuso-Cook Justin Groppuso-Cook Justin Groppuso-Cook is a poet, musician, and healing artist from Detroit, Michigan. His work is forthcoming in The Pinch, The Inflectionist Review, Sonora Review, Ghost City Press, and Bear...
Sunday Waves by Jose Hernandez Diaz I was at the beach painting a surfer riding a wave onto a canvas when suddenly the ocean water from the painting splashed onto my toes. The surfer came to life in front of my atheist eyes, only, as it turns out, he was the statue...
A Recipe For Disaster by Denise Tolan Measure the following ingredients to form the crust: 1 teaspoon full of stories from my father’s childhood A dozen heaping cups of a single memory from when he was nine years old Use the dozen cups to form the base for the crust....
