In the photograph, wildflowers everywhere, I am seven years old. In Northern Michigan, sand shifts with my father’s mood. We are standing in the lake, water shimmering around our ankles. Minnows in their nervous schools dart, always toward each other, breathing in what other species breathe out below the surface. That summer, I believed all […]
Howie Good
HOWIE GOOD's handmade collages have appeared or are forthcoming in Blue as Orange, Scapegoat, and other online publications, including MAYDAY. The collages are intended as a rebuke to the lifeless perfection of photoshopped images as well as to provoke an authentic response by combining images in a way that challenges old habits of seeing. Howie Good's newest book is Frowny Face, a collection of prose poems and collages from Redhawk Publications. He co-edits the online journal UnLost, dedicated to found poetry.
Blind Fish
Poem That Takes Place in a Human Hand
by Glen Armstrong
The air is very cold.
Do you want to continue?
Roost Profusion
by Karen George
O, to live in a greenhouse palace, a conservatory, stone walls broken with glass—massive multi-paned windows, ceiling dome open to dewy zephyrs—surrounded by conifers, mosses, ferns, angiosperms.
(7) :: What Have I to Say in My Wrong Tongue of What Will Come
by Daniel Biegelson
And all our yesterdays and tomorrows join / like river to sea to rain to river. Again.
Absent
by Susanna Lang
I have been missing from this year’s spring.
Witness to the winter aconite and snowdrops, the first daffodils,
but not the tulips or hyacinths.
Out of Body
by Liza Olson
I am lying flat on the ground in a quiet living room in a quiet home in the kind of quiet suburb everyone’s at least driven through, if not lived in. I am breathing deeply, from my diaphragm, like the VHS instructed.
