Soneto LXIV

by Camilo Roldán

Dos esqueletos en un solo cuerpo
Buscan acomodar sus huesos
Y todos los golpes que les ubican
Sus caderas que menean solas
Dos esqueletos en un solo cuerpo
Un esqueleto …

Urban Nature Site #11

by Jane Medved

There is strength in numbers, as shown
by the return of cyclamens, nodding

their purple heads along the path.
I try not to smash them, there are only

three patches of …

The Hull of the Muscadine Grape

by Alayna Powell

In the middle
of something. I exist:
barely and bulb-like.

An idea that is nothing
but mass. Before it’s been
given any thought,
but after its
conception …

IN THE BEGINNING

by Averill Curdy

Was it only the mild indecision
to postpone lunch and turn,
planning to catch our breath
just as Lake Michigan’s gilding
dulled to the shading of a moment—
unremarkable, transient, …

When It Was Time

by Tacey M. Atsitty

I.

It was the Time of Few Photos,
in a day when there were more

of us. Really, only a handful
of copies with our faces exist

from that time. …

How These Arrangements Go

by Patrick Donnelly

From behind my mask I probably said
to the clerk the flowers were pretty. Always
in our village on the blue counter where

you finish your business with the stamps.

A Roman Burial

by Miguel Murphy

in him those brave
translunary things

Michael Drayton

1. Police Report

Not the hustler,
a boy you’d loved—the Roman
convicted of your murder

on the beaches of Ostia.

OF THE RING: ZAZEL

by Caroline Chavatel

“Impresarios capitalized on women’s growing participation
in public life as a form of salable novelty.”
—DR. JANET DAVIS

How you labored—Zazel, the human
projectile. Your body flung, a shot

Appalachian Marie Kondo

for Mom

by Crystal Good

It took a global pandemic for me to organize my life –
journals, photos, ideas, mementos, clothes, closets, and junk drawers. 

I have five bathrooms, a basement, a third floor, and …

TO CARLA ONE MORNING DRINKING COFFEE

by Mary Soto | translation by Madeline Vardell

This poem was translated from its original Spanish (included below) by Madeline Vardell.

 

Carla
this morning I’m drinking coffee alone
years ago we drank
coffee and beer in the mornings
And …

The Oldest Story

by Jenny Browne

My girl still needs to memorize the prologue
of Gilgamesh by Friday & so sticks it
above the bathroom sink & to the window
inside the old Subaru, repeating weary …

From part 4 of Life in a Field

by Katie Peterson

In this story, there is a girl and there is a donkey. What good friends they are, and they began as strangers! He has taught her everything she needs to …