Spring Ode with Robins and Mallards
byMy common town looks so different when I wander it with a curious stranger, telling the usual stories, how we took the beer money…
Poetry
Sonnet VIII
by Chris BullardAll functions at borderline normal, the old heap keeps turning over although the needle is approaching big E. Man-killing Achilles hasn’t caught up with…
Apple Jacks, Affairs, and Separation
by Katie Rendon KahnIt wasn’t the nights spent alone that forced my decision to be made but the mornings he came home. In the night, there was…
Death & Taxes
by Jennifer CrowBut you have missed the snowdrops’ promised rise Again, buried me in a blizzard of forms As surely as you have gone to the worms,…
Pale Blue Dot
by Uche OgbujiThe hierarchy of round things roots in eyes Held close, so close that blinking heaves a gale; Therefrom to lips and hips and on…
Where You’re Going
by Carolyn AdamsYour shambling walk becomes a sacrament I pray to every morning. And when you wake, I see you there, in my imagination, pulling on…
Pedal to Metal
by Chris BullardMerging into the bumper locked traffic of suburbanites defaulting from office work to domestic blahs murders my RPMs. I’ve got to get untracked from…
The God of Dirt
by Jeff Gundycame up to me & asked what we’d done with the treasure. Sorry, I said, I can’t even tell you where it went, Lake…
How to Serve a Sandhill Crane
by Christine DarraghYesterday’s teepees watched, Their ill-used, tawdry facades rising To purchase a collective forgetfulness, As we tumbled from the van, gasping In the freer air…
The First Iraqi Tea
by Denise VredevoogdPlease. Sit. He nodded toward me, motioned to a worn chair. Smiling, I quickly glanced at his wife and seven children, seated on or…