Gallop by Springer

February 21st, 2017

What is terror?/ But a dirt door opened/ for The Cleaner to/ come in & erase history

Wishing that There Was Another World that Isn’t by John Gosslee

February 17th, 2017

This is the apocalypse,/ watching the life of a fly/ aware of itself, in a jar.


Two Poems by Sasha Pimentel

September 16th, 2016

in the blue glow of his small

T.V., I watched old scenes


How Briefly the Body by Chelsea Dingman

May 10th, 2016

Sun dapples deep-green leaves, ripe
with spring rain. But in the body, I am


Letters to the Editor Regarding the Death of Public Discourse by Sara Biggs Chaney

May 5th, 2016

I don’t know how a rocket‐clam penetrated our borders
and made it that far out of its natural habitat.


The Coltrane Substitution (Naima) by Michelle R. Smith

April 26th, 2016

I am the then-wife.
A tune built on suspended chords.


last blues on red hands by Charlotte Covey

April 14th, 2016

the ocean stayed
silent; waves quiet, sand
still. windows half-opened made the world

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Two Poems by Charlie Clark

March 17th, 2016

flash of rain. He sips
it idly each predawn
until the dim gives


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