it is good to live lightly here

By Amy Katherine Cannon

70005

By Lucy Biederman

He lived in a city that doesn’t exist. Substantive trash—tractor tires, the skeleton of a yesteryear truck—was planted in the frontyards, and he liked it. The sci-fi-green plastic cups that …

POV

By Diane K. Martin

Although not for whatever lay dead in the adjacent meadow,
for us the moment was perfect—the sky, sky blue, the sun
burnishing the fresh-washed foliage, the dog, sticks retrieved,
content …

please

By Nathan Spoon

don’t leave me to
paginate the Ozarks
alone with a grid

that cramps my
Byronic manner
give me your hammer

so i can stake my
tent hard into these
innumerable …

King of the Wild Things

By Kathryn Merwin

Theseus in the aftermath

By Leah Claire Kaminski

Now things are getting complicated. The roots that connect my stories to the inside, the fleshy roots
at the underside of the stories, topography of land and sea and love …

The farmers talk of Ceres

By Samuel Piccone

just after sunrise at the Radcliffe CoMart lunch counter,
the day’s work already done.

Been beyond a rough season.
Emerald ash borers come up in the orchards,

gutted plums and …

THE FIRST LUMINOUS MYSTERY

By Jonathan Diaz

This wistful and luminous wet is bright;
is eye-arresting in this courtyard,
demanding notice, coated in its own
slick skin of dust that drifts on water,
lit white by sunken …

Field C: Tones I Always Wanted My Voice to Inhabit

By Christine Holm

It hasn’t been a hard day, but the clouds are taking their retreat.

I want to write for them a way to cultivate new shape.

Which means – I want …

EVENTUALITY

By Eloisa Amezcua

              for Fay

                        Johnson, VT, March, 2017

I watch two girls outside my …

Toxic Sun and the Cloud Covered Set

By Raquel Gutiérrez

I been there, rock cold pulled from and into
Bombay Beach’s television sandstorm

dead sea and sea salt halts
a desiccated fish grave exhaled
out of sand
where feral seraphim, …

Night’s Warp and Woof

By Greg McClure

In darkness we’ll talk,
until we fade,
about cooking on TV,
or protests at Berkeley.
We sift and settle. We drift
to the coyotes howling
pagan hymns in a choir