Turn Back the Clock, But Only for an Afternoon by Martha Clarkson The first thing their email said was “your letter moved us to tears.” I had typed the letter on my father’s old Smith-Corona and enclosed ten reprints of various photos of the house where I was born. I...
2 Poems by Luciana Jazmín Coronado + translated by Allison A. deFreese Omen You foresee the birds,the colorof their freshly-laid breasts.They whisper in your ear:here and thereno longer exist.You take care nowso no handful of earthever starves in your hands. Augurio...
My Body Is A Jungle Gym by Polley Poer You know the drill—everybody is anything My body is a cave My body is a pork roast— bodybodybody— There are children in my heartplaying tag one finds anotherin crash position because the sun’sdoing that thing...
When I Announce That I’m Pregnant by Kindall Fredricks i become a bonfire how far along Everyone needs to know Eyes apple by the dozen 12 weeks i crack a branch with my teeth An old man wears a smile like a clearance tag ...
O Ghetto Tree Our Tree Of Heaven by Justin Groppuso-Cook Justin Groppuso-Cook Justin Groppuso-Cook is a poet, musician, and healing artist from Detroit, Michigan. His work is forthcoming in The Pinch, The Inflectionist Review, Sonora Review, Ghost City Press, and Bear...
