To the Plastic Bag At the Bottom of the Mariana Trench by Cameron Quan Louie For years, you sat crushedunder my sink. I needed youbriefly and after that there was the journey,can to landfill, gust, and longdescent. Months must have passed, slow fallunnoticed, before...
You Ask Your Birth Mom What Her Favorite Color Is (You’ve Never Asked Me That Question) by Rebecca Morton the chokecherryonto which a beakclamps feather edgesof a thousand cedarwaxwing flocks eachflock a thousand cat-eyed birds mudroomsyou’ve clattered...
Pennies From Heaven by Ann Hudson What better way to spend an houron this last day of Maythan in the white tunnelof the Magnetom, manufacturedin München, Germany in 2012by Siemens. I stare at the stickerand play with all the letters—semen, mess, mine, immense,...
Essay on Identifying an Asterism by Tara Ballard Like a child’s marbles, your friend keeps bulletsspooned from her family wallsinside a ceramic bowl.She pushes aside three rows of gobletsto reach for a handful, noses bluntby impact. They are coldwhen she drops them in...
