Yellow Wallpaper Resident Alien

by Sujash Islam Purna

Tie my shoes, my self-portrait running for fun

in the deep woods, poisoned with the soot

of another forest fire in the distance, another Oregon
 

I didn’t know how to spell the …

Guns on TV

by James Garrett

I like guns in TV shows.
The guns on TV shows are just like guns,
Like the people shooting other people
On TV shows are just like people.

I like …

WWW

by June Daowen Lei

In childhood, you thought that the world

could be had: consumed like cut-up melon.

 

Looking at the map curling up the classroom wall—

its gradient landmasses and oceans—

 

you thought, what sort of …

Beefy Heels

by Tonya Suther

“Put your shoes on,”
he says from the couch,
“There’s thorns on the porch,”
only I was knee-deep in the mop bucket.
The soapy grey water wouldn’t protect my feet

Obsession

by Doria Shafik | translated by Glenn Fetzer

In sleepless nights
In the depths of despair
where not a ray
can be glimpsed
I think of you . . .

The ties are broken
the ropes snapped
and …

How to Write a Poem During a Pandemic

by Adina Kopinsky

If, in the middle
of the night, words
come; ignore
 
let the sleeping children
need you
 
though waves 
of light approach
 
let the man with whom you …

Wedding Season

by Meg Stout

Froth of fabric against
boning, structures
of clasp & waist & layers
of cake, tables set
in silver. Cheekbones.
Chair covers. Hush
of an audience standing
up: fabric, again. Clothed

a tree of crows can never sing a festive carol

by Maria S. Picone

“His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.”
—Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

i.

we are wind, 바람. our number, 38.
we are fire singeing
hanging trees. we peck …

They Have Built a Home Over Ours

by Sophia Chong

The yard has been stripped, the hyacinths
along with the rose bushes, petals heavy of dew,
the basket of a child’s undershirt saddled with toys.
Perhaps for the best—Maa mi …

in other news (2020)

by Sophie Klahr

someone ate a bat, they say—that’s how it happened
photographs of empty rush hours     empty vegas empty beaches
 
fake news of swans and dolphins in venice canals

Winter Hatchlings for the New Year

after Norman Dubie

by Ernesto L. Abeytia

Like a Buddhist painting, winter
caps the peaks of Sierra Escalona,
its frosted strawberry trees mourning what’s to come.
Acorn seedlings fleck the ground in soft contrast
and high in …

VALLEY OF WANT

by Ross White

I want & want & the moon
keeps blazing
orange in night sky.
Coyotes keep baying
to the gods who hide
the rabbits.
Like
lemmings & town drunks,
waterfalls keep …