On the Semi-Frozen Sanabria

By Ernesto L. Abeytia

My brother laughs, bets he can cross
Without falling through.

We know he can’t—
The ice is too thin.

I dare him anyway.
Dad’s head shakes no.

My brother, half on land, half …

If You Can Read This You Are in Range

By Kathleen Galvin

Brassy casings and colored shells litter swamp edges and road crossings
shot from passenger windows: POSTED and PAVEMENT ENDS.
Aubrey refreshes feed plots for a hunt club he’s tired of …

Tethers

By Darby Price

i.

If those without memory live nowhere
then the reverse must be true and

we live everywhere at once, in places
        exhumed, reanimated
so often we forget …

Full Gallop

By Jill MCELDOWNEY

I return to the house a little more burned,
a little more
peopled by your faces turned toward that horserace
the past

where we are from, where winter warps

THE LIGHT THAT FOUND OUR FLESH

By Marcus Jackson

The rain was righteous and godless,
and when together, in a room during such rain,

our concerns took on the disposition
of a purse full of shattered glass.

How is a person …

Losing My Parents in a Small CVS Drug Store

By Michael Mark

A woman who looks as old as them says try by the toilet paper.
My parents might be the ones stooped over, calculating the price
per quilted sheet.

An employee …

Genesis 1:27

By Paul Tran

If nobody believes a liar
when they tell the truth,
then imagine it reversed:

the villagers sent home
from the field with nothing
but disappointing gossip.

Mother at her sewing
machine, the …

Double Exposures

By Madhu H. Kaza

1.

 

I walked down the street towards the subway attentive to the shifting geography ahead, to the uneven sidewalk, which looked as though an active fault line ran below. …

Stanzas to Those Just Arriving

By Rae Gouirand

Once in autumn’s ease date palm branches
swung over my back, sugars creamed inside their skins—
I’d never have guessed owls would nest in
anything called the phoenix, that we’d …

America’s Got Talent

By Jenny Browne

A one night stand in Jackson, Mississippi.

The soft opening outside Cheyenne.

There’s a laughing gull on Miami Beach

& the ampersand tattoo you didn’t
 

regret getting in Portland,

although you …

Communis

By Ryan Canlas

The honeysuckle’s taste went white down our backs. Grass became soft bones and sun. We searched without knowing it for a sense of a collective. The pollen glossed our skin …

My Friend Asked Me To Teach Her Daughter To Kickbox

By Jenny Liou

And so I drove through February to find a twelve-year old
outside in shorts, a t-shirt, and boxing gloves. She’s strong enough to
hurt me, if I let her, and …