Canticle for the Last Leaves by Sara Blazevic Alex said his first Christmas in recovery everyone egg-shelled around him and he didn’t know why, he liked his family, and Christmas, there was safety, sweetness, aunts pulling him aside to offer small kindnesses. He made...
Arrival Elegy Lillian Emerick Valentine You brought me a grapefruit and disseminated its sweet oil. You said the body of the horse had come up green after the flood. You said to stop playing Apples to Apples and calling it tarot. Nothing is synonymous, not even with...
Traffic by Terry Belew Google my name and a mustached man wearing a Stetson hat appears alongside a fifty state map of my name. I’ve never been to Oklahoma but it’s shaded red because more of me lives there than anywhere else + When I turn on a...
Drive by Joel Peckham A Ghazal For My Son, on the 20th anniversary of the death of his mother and brother. I can’t grip the wheel of any car without the neuropathic burn of each long drive—that rusted Corolla swallowing 500,000 miles of road. My hip screaming. “The...
3 Poems by Christine E. Hamm [exorcism and purificatory rituals]* Look through the mesh — today the sky is white. Nine signifies judgement day in Islamic Number Theory. Rain yesterday; we imagined the drops cold, hard, sometimes soft. The green was throbbing. ...
Brave Woman Keeps Wolves from Body of Dead Husband ¹ by Ryan Burruss The September night was cool without being cold, and as she paced through the amber firelight, an unwelcome, wayward word alighted on her tongue: pleasant. Disgusted by the sentiment, she dragged her...
