flesh of myflesh & blood of myblood bone of mybone & muscle of mymuscle brain of mybrain & heart of myheart lung of mylung & lung of mylung intestines of myintestines, large&small thigh of mythigh knee of myknee calf of mycalf & calf of mycalf […]
Featured Poetry
this one goes out to the one-eyed love
fag vows
by Andrew Ketcham
something like adultery something like a tire fire big hands the shape and scope of god blistering your body something new
Ghazal for Valley Girl
by Mitali Khanna Sharma
See, what I’m trying to say is that you make sense, being born to this web of mutation & rust like museum jars, ethnopaleobotanical archaeology, drought, & Vitamin C gummies
Spirit Article
by Catherine Chen
“there was a war and i slept through most of it. i sold buttons for buns. my older sister darned soldiers uniforms in search of a husband. soldiers were gainfully employed. most young men look good in uniform. one spring i rented a room in the working-class neighborhood behind the governors palace. everyday i leapt […]
Island to Island
by Gabriella Adriana Iacono
I’m on the back of the ferry in the Adriatic Sea I’m on my back in a gondola on the East River My captain is a short-tempered man with an ill-advised haircut My captain is a lithe little thing with extraordinary taste in barrettes It’s a wonder I’ve made it anywhere off the island It’s […]
Wise Hazard
by Jane Zwart
In “Wise Hazard”, Jane Zwart considers humanity’s future in the face of climate change: “Only later do I wonder who would trade all that life / for being proved right.”
IT IS BEAUTIFUL THAT WE EXIST
by Angela Janda
This is holy: April, its wavering warmth. That the body makes a body. That the bereavement peace lily from 1-800-Flowers out-arches its container, won’t wither no matter how little I water. The umbrella plant in its macrame swing scratching the living room’s east wall, snowball bloom of the cherry tree beyond the window. Do you […]
self-portrait as rodent
by Sophie Hall
my sister tells me what it’s like to run across the roof of a repair shop: it made noises like the Mount Storm floor and I thought I was going to fall everywhere. . almost-euphemism—the floor of our fear . holds the name of our […]
hey, have you ever considered the word “rewind” may drop from the next generation’s lexicon?
by tommy wyatt
On Introspection
by Merridawn Duckler
Surprising how much of it is song. Much is lyric. Under that, admonition, calling yourself names before someone does. Open question who someone else consists of. Thinking how often it all ends in a dangling participle. Why is it bad. Or, to put it another way, what does this world consist of. Manufactured conversations. Some […]