Drive by Joel Peckham A Ghazal For My Son, on the 20th anniversary of the death of his mother and brother. I can’t grip the wheel of any car without the neuropathic burn of each long drive—that rusted Corolla swallowing 500,000 miles of road. My hip screaming. “The...
Abecedarian Break-Up Poem After Spending the Day Reading the Same 3 Children’s Books to Someone Else’s Baby by Sarah Brockhaus Always we’ve been Thursday. October. I’m giving up until spring,breathing only out. The sky knows, the blue skycries it at me every evening...
8 Ball Liturgy + When To Say No by Philip Schaefer 8 Ball Liturgy I replace my fingertips with olives, 10crystal balls. I voodoo around the kitchen like I’ve discovered a cure for stomachcancer. I give each globe a name: polly polyp, lung crust, see you tumorrow....
to lamotrigine, on our 1 year anniversary + Saint Paul, Unpublished Letter, Recipient Unknown by Nikki Ummel to lamotrigine, on our 1 year anniversary slice the apple into quadrants andnever let them touch again. one piecefor the doves, so much coo againstthe...
I Would Like To Step Out Of My Heart And Go Walking Beneath The Enormous Sky by Jeff Whitney Where did my life go? Jimmy Stewart asks in It’s A Wonderful Lifeand he gets more than he bargained for, a big time unmistakableblast that can’t be explained. Hello, sister....
How I Learned to Translate Shadows by Joshua Zeitler after Shivani Mehta I was born with a book for a body. I think there’s been a mistake, my mother said, refusing to hold me despite the appealing firmness of my spine. I was a clothbound hardcover, the...
