Juniper by Dana Jaye Cadman Here the night spreads acrossthe breast of day and yawnsone aching grey breath onto the river, the ceiling swings low overwhile the Parlor City hugs me drunkbetween muse and rot. A juniper. What forgives of us?What of us can enter or be...
Seven Longs by Denise Bergman 1Until the rubberband meets its limit While the bent bow torments the arrow Until the bungee jumperrebounds up the sheer cliff Until the phone Until the shoe Wait 2Long isn’t a longer shortisn’t elongation but a mix:ahead, behind,...
Little Knives by Dara-Lyn Shrager That bruised fist clenchesagain in my niece’s chest.A surgeon fishes a guide wirethrough her thigh, lightinga path to her stuttering heart. All the little knives will come,will cut her before she’s done. One year ago, doctors slappeda...
The Drowning by Lindsay Rockwell The Drowning After the pulling her blank breath we red-eyed no grip no hand to hold after the pulling a pall shrouded the beach wind barely sifted the summer heat shock...
The Only Thing Standing Between Fantasia and Nothingness by Zebulon Huset It could’ve been me.I would have been braveand read a book valiantly. I could have saved the realmor at least hidden from bullies in a library,gotten dumped into a dumpster. I could have saved...
Ekphrasis: “Nymphs Finding The Head Of Orpheus,” John William Waterhouse, 1901 by John Blair You watch the moon roll one-eyed outof its cave to search for thieves & drunksand hear voices a half-mile long fill the woodswith moonglades and longing with Maenadsand...
