My Lottery Tickets Are All Duds by Kristene Kaye Brown but I buy them anyway. Little scratchersfull of confetti and hope, numbers wrapping around my lucklike the lights of a police cruiser wrapping around a man with nothingto lose. Once, I mistakenly bought two...
The Way I Can’t Breathe When I Think of You by Yvonne Amey There’s a cold, northern dry I can’t feel this far south.Morrissey is singing about a double bus death.I can’t remember if you were dead then but I thinkyou weren’t which makes it...
Brevity by John Sibley Williams Some bodies, only alive for a day, & in that a light to envy, though none of us would give up this long wet world for a matchstick, flint- struck, sulfur-scented, burning & in that burning a reason to cherish what we’ll lose...
searched by Ellen Adams Yes, I went looking for the poem. I searched i can’t poem.I searched infidelity poem. Webs bring approximation—but answers? The answer:No, you will not sit down to your home’s kitchen table to (Tell her!) tell her: I can’t, poem.Infidelity,...
The Industry of Edmonton by Megan Paranich Air snaps out from the porcelain mouthsof sparrows, beaks clip together, shearing offthe extra quiet. How they talk to each otheris a perfect rhythm for shadow-boxing in underwear,aiming for the spot where the sun’s headought...
