i am obsessed with things in pieces / forever finding my fingers inside the seams / ripping into them because they beg to be open ed up
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Birds of Prey by John Sibley Williams
Just another slow-moving dawn / & birds of prey break it like bones
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Invasive Species by Sara Moore Wagner
And there they are, our little / babies in the pond moss wetland / of the yard, all blonde amidst / the fallen limbs, the jagged lines / of timber.
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Two Poems by Susan Kelly-DeWitt
Already it's mostly over: the ruler / laid down, the line drawn, the years penciled in / inches. One yellow smear / of highlighter for where I am right now, a dot / in space.
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Two Poems by Anne Barngrover
Gaze upon my glowing dress, / ever spooled and spiraled. Trail my creeping rootstock / back to where I first learned the definition of grace / and how it always seemed like blackmail.
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Voicemail by Caroline Chavatel
I gargle salt every night, spit on my paper cuts & watch them ooze.
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Now and Then by Steve Mueske
we salted our hearts / with a stubborn faith, being young
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Ode to My Belly by Jeremy Radin
You deserve it, / carrying, as you do, a nation, carrying, as you do, / the memories of a people / & what they longed for.
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Late Summer Metaphysics by Christopher Buckley
as you tip your hat to the sea, / the ashes of romance spilling / out, having climbed your last balcony
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Testimonial by Sean J. White
I admit my limits and my own smoke
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Two Poems by Tina Mozelle Braziel
Something in a pelican reminds me / of a woman who knows she’d look regal / if only she can keep her skirt down.
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Two Poems by Guillermo Filice Castro
On the first day of the New Year
I got a taste
of what my heart thirsts for,
iron now laced with apple.
Beauty by Steven Kleinman
A little spittle of pink
fell from the bag of organs
What to Look for by Cassandra Rockwood-Rice
You’d pull a jackknife from your / shirt pocket and shave the bark, shallow then deep
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Contrition is possibly for fools by Mercedes Lawry
Nothing is better / than sleep, where you’re anchored. / Otherwise, you tell yourself little / spoonfuls of facts about this life.
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Eclogue Domestica by Samuel Piccone
I don’t tell you how much it hurts when you finally open / your blouse and speak of tiny bones—
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Three Poems by Rick Bursky
We take turns dying. / Goddamn it, I think to myself, goddamn it.
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Two Poems by Emma Murray
People who talk shit about trailer parks / have never listened to the Titanic sound- / track in a double wide—
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Sings Herself The Rubble by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
my heart a greeting / leaves me a stranger
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GRIEVING MOTHER IS FOUND LIVING WITH CORPSE OF HER DAUGHTER, 47, WHO DIED EIGHT MONTHS AGO Daily Mail July 2 2018 by Katherine Fallon
but have since / come to learn that the body won’t go shrivel up / like a raisin just because you tell it to, and it sure / won’t turn to dust.
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