Poetry, CNF, and Graphic Essays.

So good you can taste it.

CATEGORY

Poetry

Brian Czyzyk

On Election Night, I Reach for My Partner’s Hand in bed. Try to sleepby concentrating on the pulsethat shudders through the thick, bluerivers along his arms. I...

Kathleen McGookey

Falling Fast in the Quiet Dusk falls over the field as wispy clouds transform into a solid mass. While darkness lingers in bare trees that...

John A. Nieves

 Bildungsroman: Climate Control When the air kicked on, I used to pretend it was the breath of everything near by that just died: bugs, birds, the way people...

Joshua McKinney

Darkling So little cause for carolings . . . —Thomas Hardy Fervorless as every spirit huddled before a screen, I sat. Unaware, I idly hoped when I should have been...

Sarah Brockhaus

Homology This afternoon I dreamt all the leaves felloff my plant and I gathered up the leftover body into a tight bunch, pulled up the rootsto...

Laura Sackton

Crying Ghazal Human bodies are mostly made of water, so it’s easy to spend a year crying.Today the streets are rolling with people & song...

Susan Rich

Time Initially, lilac Sundays at the arboretum,with a red-winged blackbird. Then Jon walks me homeneighborhoods out of his way. Romance novels and some years later, sex—then space...

Katharine Whitcomb

Jupiter in Retrograde October through early February, the horoscope saidthere will be second guessing what is already known. Intuition should be balanced with the rational mind...

Sean Thomas Dougherty

The beautiful words inside the hand I hold, words like carpal bones, the small digits In the wrist that connect the arm, as the handTurns slightly...

Frances Klein

What Remains after Han Vanderhart Not the bowling alley. Not Videl Video.Not the Five & Dime, back wall lined with aquariums, goldfish and guppies who ignore the...

Latest news