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Anya Kirshbaum

Letter From the Edge of Every Known Thing Dear Ginkgo, are we so different? You at the edge of undress—I, undone, unkempt, infant at my...

Joe Wilkins

Aubade Ending with a College Acceptance Letter That time at the Ingomar rodeo, back of the horse trailers, all that dirty July light, gleam & shit-spatter, the dust...

Sonia Greenfield

By the Pound This poem is so starved it doesn’t know where to begin, so it opens with my mother’s rubber “fuck cancer” bracelet too baggy on...

Robin Turner

After the Prescribed Burn at Little Pine Lake For days wisps of smoke slow ghost it all along the still water’s ember edge. I watch...

Elizabeth Koster

Half Moon The mud was so t­hick we unbuckled our sandals and slid in that slick mineral earth, sludge squished between our toes. Giggling, giddy,...

Amy Poague

My friend Alfonso asked the lamps

Brittany Adames

We Have Gotten So Good At Dying A sad memento is sad so long as it’s the officiant of girlhood—the body its own disengaged worship. How to chronicle...

Jen Karetnick

Too brief again, this August light For Austen Clyde Prescott, June 20, 2005-August 3, 2023 But the uncommon heat will not break.Rain sizzles the roof tiles...

Jacqueline Doyle

  Ode to My Cat, Ten Years Gone Like a boy named Sue, you were a girl named Bert, because our young son loved his uncle’s...

Lori Barrett

Driving Without a Map Our warm bodies glow in the dashboard lights. My youngest, their boyfriend, and I follow the white lane lines and the...

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