[i’ve always loved to dance] by Jory Mickelson I mean I’ve always loved to dance— even though I was a pathetic little thing loved the way it made me feel athletic. At last...
Emergence by Megan Snyder-Camp Springtime: the drying rivergives up bottlecaps, bullets, washing machines.Once upon a time a line redrawnmeant a self made sensible.If it were art you’d call these muddy revelationspentimento, little seed, stumble-root,what I meant not...
Canticle for the Last Leaves by Sara Blazevic Alex said his first Christmas in recovery everyone egg-shelled around him and he didn’t know why, he liked his family, and Christmas, there was safety, sweetness, aunts pulling him aside to offer small kindnesses. He made...
Arrival Elegy Lillian Emerick Valentine You brought me a grapefruit and disseminated its sweet oil. You said the body of the horse had come up green after the flood. You said to stop playing Apples to Apples and calling it tarot. Nothing is synonymous, not even with...
Traffic by Terry Belew Google my name and a mustached man wearing a Stetson hat appears alongside a fifty state map of my name. I’ve never been to Oklahoma but it’s shaded red because more of me lives there than anywhere else + When I turn on a...
