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  • Me and Mrs. Fisher – Laura Potts

    The world lit its lights and hung pearls in our eyes like trembling moons under darkling stars.   The night saw the city asleep and aslope as the land fell away to…

  • Push – Alicia Hoffman

    O morning of no obligation, morning of frost, frail and white, clinging like an exoskeleton   to each green blade of grass, O morning of shuttered blind, drawn drape, locked   door.…

  • Chokecherry, Lilac – Sandra Kohler

    My neighbor Kevin’s choke cherry is in bud: tiny leaves, gemmae are rose and green commas fringing the charcoal branches’ thick strokes   with ornate curlicues, trills like birdsong. Consciousness is budding,…

  • I Can’t Believe What Has Happened – Ryan Clark

    for Vinson, Oklahoma   I begin to gather what the town knew and find this sand where families had lived in the vise that drought crushed down on the land. Our people…

  • method for making a death mat – Pearl Button

        golden orioles, red-winged black birds playing amongst the tule                           *Tule [Schoenoplectus acutus], woven, makes a house covering,…

  • Becoming – Rosalind Brenner

    Snowy owl will be your disguise when you escape this cage. You will be grateful you were once alive though many died and you grew solitary. A torn black band tied to…

  • Underside – James Patrick Carraghan

    Nails stick through the belly of an unfinished ceiling. They make finger marks across the floor, like ever-frozen sundials.   Pulled from gravity’s craters, these fingers hold the house together and retrieve…

  • Nietzsche in Sils-Maria – Nicole Bradley

    Tief   tief    tief the world is tief   you said so yourself on a cool summer day on some high grassy mountain   in Sils-Maria   where evergreen trees shot into the…

  • Advent – Janet Barry

    In each case there is something more to be said     I make my way down ice-clad steps hair and eyelashes frozen     breath clouds around me     pine boughs dance above   Which is…

  • Something Possible – KB Ballentine

    The cost of love is the sea kissing the shore, a little bit left, a little more taken away. Here and gone, whispers of foam and spray. Each morning, windows open to…