Lisa Lewis – Taxonomy for the Missing
Lisa Lewis Taxonomy of the Missing You couldn’t help feeling sorry for them. They swaggered when they walked And wept when they sat down. The bones shone through their skin [...]
Lisa Lewis Taxonomy of the Missing You couldn’t help feeling sorry for them. They swaggered when they walked And wept when they sat down. The bones shone through their skin [...]
Gary Whitby Adding up the Days First there was a bird that spoke inside a tree inside my hand. The tree then grew beside my house, the one we lived [...]
Elizabeth Arnold Arc I was out of time before I started,the meyer lemon blooming while full of fruit, our breezeway lettinga breeze through, its floor smooth, that kind that stays [...]
Kenny Williams On the Boulevard Richmond — May 9, 1912 Preparations for a hanging-- executioners in shirtsleeves, a scaffold stage, [...]
Jenny Mueller Aspen Index finger laid at the lips. Paper lips: paper face, sand whisper. Give an old woman a doll made of aspen. She’ll place it inside a trembling [...]
Rob Griffith Suburbia, 4 A.M. Sleepless he sits beneath his darkened porchlight, the lawn spread out before him like the sand of some strange beach, and listens to the surf [...]
Rob Griffith Slow Apocalypse And so, that’s it. The kitchen light is dead, the dog is fed and watered, and all the locks are turned against the coming night. There’s [...]
Patrick Ryan Frank The Gun in the First Act It came home in his briefcase. He showed her its clip, the trigger and the safety, the proper grip.It wasn’t as [...]
Liz Robbins Lust Finally, a humiliation: that with age, lust never goes. Some days, sudden as a tail light, red nudge in the loins, a braking. Or the purple-cursive note [...]
Liz Robbins The Roswell Incident Even now, in the 21st century, we reject the versions offered by the government: UFO’s are weather balloons, aliens are crash-test dummies. Who so dilatory [...]
J. P. Dancing Bear Within I am the sky turned upside-down, where my shadow can mix among the reflected ferns and trees. Mine is a song of bending water and [...]
Aleksey Porvin (Translated by J. Kates) Three Poems Не свет от фонарей, а другая дорога ложится на мрачный асфальт, и знанием себя под ногой золотится, от жизни на чудо [...]