“Sculpted Marble Midnight”, “Hidden in the Forest” and “The Lucky Men”Natalie GasperJune 29, 2018
I walked through the walls of the Louvre and noticed the Hall of Sculptures was still asleep. I tiptoed in and took a deep breath. As I exhaled slowly, a springtime breeze, Winged Victory of Samothrace shook out her wings. Her marble gown,
“American Migrant”, “Inside the Wall” and “Soccer Revolution”Alf AbuhajlehJune 29, 2018
“You came here and took the jobs our fathers built for us.” We exploit our talents in the fertile fields, in the shadows of portable toilets, in asparagus rows retching, wrapping ripped rags around numb fingers for a nightshift at the Blue Smoke Slaughterhouse.
“The Reckoning”, “Three poems working against my smile” and “Home”Danielle WilliamsJune 29, 2018
We want fires that burn. Poems that hurt. Words that are so painstakingly blunt they break barriers. People that are so honest it brings others to their knees. Eventually, they will beg and they will plead. “Please end your statement with a period and not a dagger.”
“Cartographer of Crumpled Maps”, “At a Concert, Battery Park” and “Migration”Jonathan PerezJune 28, 2018
The painted buntings used to pair among the fractured feelings neither bunting nor feeling, came to assist their harvest what was settled among the field, a Hairy bear (one that laughed) slinked in from the wilderness
“Jumpers’ Heaven”, “Exhumation” and “Who Your Brother Knew”Paul ReynsJune 28, 2018
Three boys, bare-backed, draped elbows over a life raft. It was a spring mid-day. A fourth propelled himself into the air drew up his knees to his chest and cracked the surface, causing his friends to shake their heads and dab at their eyes.
“Slowly”, “Where the Light Is” and “Bystander”Tejan GreenJune 28, 2018
I wish you would take the time you need. Enter and enter again until clarity comes and you leave with all the answers. We talk of the weather to avoid talk of the things that matter,
The Missing GirlVanessa ChristieJune 27, 2018
“Dad,” someone was saying. “Dad. DAD!” And now poking, he noted. “Yeah. OK,” he said, lifting his head from his arms. “This place is disgusting,” his daughter told him. “Well, daughter mine,” James muttered. “Of all the gin joints you could have found me in … at least this is a gin joint.”
Toshihiro’s Last PartIlia RyzhenkoJune 27, 2018
Toshihiro arrived at the Osakako station fifteen minutes earlier than planned. As he left the subway, he realised the sun had already set while he was underground, making him feel as if he travelled to a place more distant.
Rabbit’s DenDrew MortierJune 27, 2018
I don’t remember if this was before or after the fumigator accidentally lit our house on fire in 2002, which turned out to be sort of a mixed bag in the long run, but I have this picture in my head where Bunny is running toward me down a hallway and then she’s in my arms,
Hebrew for the Sabbath DaySharon FormanJune 27, 2018
Malawach, the bubbly Yemenite pancake bread oozing with meat and vegetables, bloated the teachers’ American bellies, as the tour bus spirited them away from the trendy restaurant to the terraced sidewalks of Jerusalem’s Tayelet.
Even Robots Screw UpCaroline TaylorJune 27, 2018
The plan was simple, the execution a bit tricky, but I was ready. Man, was I ready. Or maybe I was tired of trying to figure out what might go wrong. I just wanted to get going. We’d certainly spent enough time puzzling over the damn details.
AmnesiaCherene LeongJune 27, 2018
Chang Er hunches over her desk working. The administration of the moon is no easy task and the goddess has only one employee to assist her. She has been petitioning for additional help, but each time the Queen Mother of the West –the highest goddess of nine supreme heavens,
A ListMatan GoldJune 28, 2018
Brett invites me over after school to grind his rail, which is of little consequence to me, since I can barely ollie straight; but sometimes I can heelflip, which makes me believe in improvement and wards off the stomach-eating-reality that skateboarding, for me, cannot be sustained,
First MomentsAaron RatliffJune 27, 2018
I spent the first moments of my life not really in it. When most babies are born, the process is straightforward. They come out. They cry. The doctors and nurses check a few things to make sure everything is working.
Owl FeathersRuby HolsenbeckJune 27, 2018
I walk down the highway today as cars rush by, travelers for the holiday hurrying to get to their destinations. It’s the day before Thanksgiving, and traffic is heavy. Across the road, I see a dead bird with distinctive feathers.
The Lonely Stay At HomeMaya BestJune 28, 2018
The house was never silent after I was born, but not because of baby wails or shrieks. It was because of the TV. TV whispers woke me every morning and swayed me to sleep. The flickering light filled the hallway in a comforting glow that made the dark seem less menacing in the midst of night. It cloaked the actual silence, the short but frequent absences. More so, I’d come to know the TV as my mother.
A Greater GoodAndrew MacQuarrieJune 28, 2018
Jurgen was skeptical. Cautiously, he tugged on the line to make sure the grappling hook had found its hold. It had. Stable as the cable seemed, though, it proved difficult for Jurgen to identify how, specifically, hijacking a 19th century galleon stranded in the gelid black waters of the Arctic Ocean might help him find a sense of purpose.