Poetry

BRAVO OU MANSOde Pierre Sotér     Full MoonOctober third, two thousand seventeen,the air is fresh and clean, the Moon is full,I look at it, I’d like to fill its pullwhile I see it’s light as I’ve...

LEAVEBy Katie Predick  The Physics of Loss I thought of you todayin the grocery store. It is strawberry season and a bounty of bright red fruit was piled in the cooler.And I am back in that afternoon we...

WINTER’S TALEBy Timothy Robbins  Wichita7 miles above Wichita,19 years from Julie saying,“If he breaks your heart,he’s dead meat.” And methinking, “Who eatsmy heart, eats lean meat.”How to convert years tomiles? The equation is longerthan the...

BEAR MARKETBy Francisco Mejia TRAJECTORY TO LOMBARDI’S, 1905 King Darius’ armies baked your ancestors upon their shields,mouths reeking of cheese while suppressingBabylonian revoltsand Nebuchadnezzar III. Did Celaeno not foretellthe blood guiltof Aeneas and his men,guilt driving them...

DESPERATE SEEKERBy Gary Beck Misstep For thousands of yearsman's biggest challengewas a steady food supply,energy exertedto feed family.Then profit reared its headawakening the insecureto paths of acquisition,unsated hunger for morecontrolling interaction,erasing tribal tieswith mediums of exchangeat...

EMPTY HOLLOW HEARTSBy George Gad Economou Empty, Hollow Hearts all you've ever neededwas to get out of the rain;silent moments in the storm,stars making grand promisesto empty walls. from far away a laughter soft,moans from the uninhabited...

THE LIONBy Lowell Jaeger The Lion While huffing my way up switchbacksof a treeless rocky trail, I’ve sensedthe presence of something watching.I’ve stopped, held still in the empty terrain,looked up and down and around and saw nothing. ...

SOMEONE ELSEBy Jean Berrett  SOMEONE ELSE Words like forever or never are not enough.The tiny animal who left tracks in patches of snowover a quarter mile of rolling pasture and grain fields,who lives, who lived, somewhere...

MAPLE SAP AND SKIN HUNGERBy Adrian Slonaker Discovery in the Stacks A tawny art textbook last loanedforty-five years earliersat like a hardcover wallflower inthe vastness of the university library.A tired grunt of graphite trailing into nothingness,the...

ABOUT PATIENCEBy Glen Sorestad  Crow Ruckus As we near one of the crescent condos, the black racketgrows in intensity. Since it’s Sunday morning, I aminclined to think it a crow-devised invocation, akinto the urgent clamor of...