LEAVE by Katie Predick
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...
WINTER’S TALE by Timothy Robbins
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...
BEAR MARKET by Francisco Mejia
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.
DESPERATE SEEKER by Gary Beck
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...
EMPTY HOLLOW HEARTS by George Gad Economou
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...
THE LION by Lowell Jaeger
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...
SOMEONE ELSE Jean Berrett
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...
MAPLE SAP AND SKIN HUNGER by Adrian Slonaker
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...
ABOUT PATIENCE by Glen Sorestad
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...
FIVE CITY POETS FROM A CENTURY AGO by William Ruleman
FIVE CITY POETS FROM A CENTURY AGOTranslated by William Ruleman
THE CITY’S GODBy Georg Heym
He squats on a block of houses, black in mood.The winds...
