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  • The Book of Snails – Natalie Solmer

    I love the dead, heavy feeling after the panic attack when the world fuzzes over its edges and calm buzzes down as invisible blanket. Somehow   I am alive in this life,…
  • Outside our old apartment in Jeddah, 2012 – Prem Sylvester

    All we wanted was a home.   My father sits in the driver's seat, unbent by desert winds. He tucks oil-stained riyals into his old wallet, its leather shorn of dignity. Each…
  • Immaculate Things – Satya Dash

    Say, a hibiscus. Say, a dahlia. I’m paying attention        to the stalk only now, earlier it was all about petals. I hear the crow sighing on an unbending branch,        its…
  • Raktakarabi – Riddhi Dastidar

    Ghazal for my Grandparents surrounded by Flowers   I was taught to call him Dadabhai. First lesson, he said: Never pluck flowers. Tear something from what feeds it — a violence. So…
  • Comforter – Nancy Campbell

    They say that memories surface, but yours coalesced under the sea like coral, an ecosystem unknown to us for years, blood-red branches accreting cell by cell. On this internal Great Barrier Reef…
  • Rosarian – Katherine Hoerth

    When someone whispers love into her ear, she thinks of this: the whorls of roses, tight   and flush with sanguine hues, a cloudless sky in spring, the heaving breeze of April.…
  • A Prayer – Kate Wilson

    for my father     i The trees always struck me as waiting for the next new ice age, for the unbecoming, and for the rot that trailed them ever present. We…
  • Carousel #1 – Jen Rouse

    In 1922 they named this carousel for Jane.  Jane of the 1200 lights so I can find you, because I drift and stagger. I skim and soldier these city streets to get…
  • Schizo Tries Hypnosis – Jake Bailey

    (*Please have someone read the poem to you*)   I want to show you something lean back into being           back into being the cat on the couch          at half-past noon  …
  • Autumn – Cat Dixon

    With rake and trash bags in hand, my son predicts rain. The sky with its parallel lines looks like a cornfield with blue dirt, or like a map of a city well-planned,…