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  • Waltzing with Widow’s tears – Sandra Lindow

    We                                                               who…

  • The Boy From Blue-Phamari – Sanjida Yasmin

    before you came, things were as they should be. but since August 2016, since my 27-day trip back from Rajshahi, Bangladesh: I see your oval, hairless face in my discolored ceiling bedroom,…

  • When You Wanted to be an Archaeologist – Alexa Jane Wolff

    You didn’t know the word— just the gravity of dirt, her pulse in small, round palms.   Your purpled nails on the ice; we had come to pull the skin back from…

  • Not Now – Emily Vizzo

    Swimming into deep leeks, my feet a tailfin, the fish of myself prickling light-motes. The smell of pear & bone, The maw of a dog delving my neck. The way an apple…

  • The Dream of Hide and Seek – Daniel Stewart

    Maybe meaning is the search for meaning. Today I am tired. I slept like a ghost wanders. I slept so hard I folded into myself the way the tulips last night wilted…

  • Rise – Rita Sotolongo

    Lightning ignites before sunrise.   The smell of burning coal abuzz of phoenix feathers, nothing to silence the screams of blazing ballerinas.   Flight will not save her, you say.   In…

  • Ages – Erin Schalk

    (i)   You looked like a boy in that photo from thirteen years ago,   the energetic flush in your cheeks, your generous lips which wreathed a spacious smile that mirrored mine,…

  • After Suicide – John Sibley Williams

    Stars are nothing but night’s failure to shine around them. We measure exit wounds only when death hasn’t lodged itself in the lungs or spine or inexorably burrowed into the heart. Before…

  • Nor Fence, Nor House – Sarah Dickenson Snyder

    Nothing needed for the deer whose only sign is the bowls   in long grasses near the pond. They roam invisibly  on land,   eating tulip bulbs in darkness, variegated hosta leaves,…

  • The Outer Covering – Sarah Dickenson Snyder

    A husk, detailed and plush— a blanket of silk wrapped around a single ear of corn. That may be enough   proof of a god for me. The hard-shelled cover of an…