SACRIFICE By Georgia Eugenides
SACRIFICEBy Georgia Eugenides THE SUMMER I NEVER HADin the morningi search for myself everywhere,under ivory sheets that smell of cinnamon, between porcelain jarson the highest kitchen shelf and among blue, crossed outpoems in my notebooki...
A SIMPLE PROPOSITION By Evyn McGraw
A SIMPLE PROPOSITIONBy Evyn McGraw
WakeWith twisting muscles I whippedMy body into shape,I ran like a machine,Pumping down the pavement through the dead winter wood,When water’s whisper hissedMy name.
The call led me off the path,Into...
NOW I SEE, By Mignon Ariel King
NOW I SEEBy Mignon Ariel King
Chifforobe
Daddy had one, so when its three tones of art-deco woodcreaked open on tiny black hinges to emit a breath of cedar,I fell in love. I could see the...
POEMAS DE MICHAEL SPRING Traduzido por Maria João Marques
POEMAS DE MICHAEL SPRINGTraduzido por Maria João Marques
surrealista no tempo
não há mais árvorespara arrancar do seu corpo
de cada buraco espreita um olhocomo um amanhecer inteiro atraindoenxames de relógios e ponteiros
fecha os olhos
e torna-se nada...
WHO AM I By Emily Eigenheer
WHO AM IBy Emily Eigenheer
I Am My Own Army
My name is not singular,It is not a single entity,Rather a collection of names that have been acquired over time.I come from two very different people,The...
FISHING LOCK NESS By Sam James
FISHING LOCK NESSBy Samuel W. James
Fishing Loch Ness
the stones are cool grey or hairy brown;the water barely darkens themfor yards and yards out
we argue about how deep it is,though it could certainly hide a...
OFF-BEAT By Julianna Bjorksten
OFF-BEATBy Julianna Bjorksten
AT SMALLS
On the night of starry time-bomb and twinkling blunderCaught in the stagnant bulk of two page compositions and futile coffee treksShared sheets and tender televisionWas a moonlit crater —a plungeunexplored
I slipped...
WITH HER By Judah Cricelli
WITH HERBy Judah Cricelli
Three is few,One is two, Her crease, and hue,The halogen flickers when I amWith her.Drips with dew,Mud-freckled shoe,Scuffed knees, hers too, The playground goes silent when I am With her. Carpet is soft, An ocean of...
HIGH PLACE PHENOMENON By Hailey Cragun
HIGH PLACE PHENOMENONBy Hailey Cragun
High Place Phenomenon
Along the red cliff sidewith staggering ten story dropswe cling to a chain, silver and black,its mark worn into the stone.
The August sun warms the sandstonewhen my hand,...
HALF IRON, HALF OAK By Simon Perchik
HALF IRON, HALF OAKBy Simon Perchik
*Half iron, half oak, the bedall night honed on what went wrong–it’s an axe, striking upside down
though you sleep facing northside by side an empty dressshaped into bulls and...