by Claire Wahmanholm : future: to become another thing: to feel the air ring with songless, sudden weight: water will soften every...

by Evie Shockley maybe it’s your worst nightmare :: a thundering knock on the door—or no knock, just the lightning-crack of wood giving...

by Charlotte Pence An Attempt at a Love Poem Some atoms are intended to unhinge, expand from single flame to fire, spark on a charge,...

by Molly Peacock A Linen Closet Ars Poetica I. The Linen Closet Recruits She practiced the art of the fold. The washcloths were lined up...

by Susan Campbell Bartoletti after Claudia Emerson’s “Aftermath” in Late Wife I think by now it may be time for the second cutting. The...

by Brian Leung It’s not a crime in Tulkum County for an exhumed grave to come up empty, which is what happened when we got to Eleanore...

by Rigoberto González A frequent weekend pastime for my grandparents was hunting for yard sales. The attention-grabbing signs made it...