Maggie Hess
“Cleaning Maid”, “Locust Men” and “Creative Vows”
June 2017
Meg Cameron
“Peoria Sunset”, “On Turning Thirty” and “The People of Lira”
June 2017
Thomas Locicero
“Of Sparring and Sparing”, “Matchmaking” and “Violin”
June 2017
Tatiana Dolgushina
“crossing water in Alaska”, “Sitkoh Lake Alaska” and “winter not in Alaska”
June 2017
Megan LeAnne
“An Echo Drops In The Therapist’s Change Purse”, “Santa Rosa Is Calling” and “Earth Juice”
June 2017
L. Austen Johnson
“Hope”, “Burning the Bacon” and “Lost”
June 2017
Emily Fox
“Perspectives”, “The Dancer” and “Sewing Lessons”
June 2017
Emma Johnson-Rivard
“The Bear Cave”, “The Fish And I Discuss Suicide” and “Androcles And The Lion, A Eulogy”
June 2017
Dudgrick Bevins
“Baby Blanket No. 1”, “Baby Blanket No. 2” and “Baby Blanket No. 3”
June 2017
Roger Sippl
“Not To Dwell On It”, “Confessional Poetry” and “Restricted Airspace”
June 2017
James Wolf
“good morning”, “Beginner Cartography” and “Unwind”
June 2017
Abishake Koul
“The Play”, “An old Man, a dead Girl & a Boatman” and “Story Teller”
June 2017
Tina Le
“Diadromous”, “He learns hunger” and “Eden, NY”
June 2017
Billy Malanga
“The Outsider”, “The Fault Finders” and “We Fill”
May 2017
Glenn Collins
“It was a cold winter for swimming”, “Trees” and “The place where skin flakes settle”
May 2017
Robin Gow
“my father & i steal back our dinosaur bones”, “light up my body like an EXIT sign–” and “where do you bury your bed time stories?”
May 2017
Katerina Struncova
“Transformation”, “That’s the beauty you are looking for” and “A Painter”
May 2017
Shariq Babar
“Suit suicide”, “The Broken City” and “The Void”
May 2017
David Anderson
“after”, “key west” and “just north”
May 2017
Cameron Green
“My God”, “Shape As Walls” and “The Bastard of Baguio”
May 2017
Carl Boon
“Three Boys”, “Games Inside Games” and “Religion”
May 2017
L.A. Felleman
“The Back Pew”, “Spooked” and “Bella”
Two sisters.
All blonde, black velvet and sparkles,
amongst the church poinsettias.
The enchanted mother pulls out a phone
and captures earlier versions of herself.
Should I tattle
when the youngest,
lying on her back
beneath the pew,
begins to draw
on its underside?
May 2017
Maren Morgan
Dark Cold Winter Woods
In the dark, I pass a Schwarzwald. Pine trees drip and drool in the obsidian pre-dawn. The thick black copse is cold and damp like a grave and thin frozen firs scrape the dirty oily sky without giving shelter. No lingering for me. I feel unease and the apprehension that Hansel and Gretel should have had. Dank, inky winter forests drive ice worms into my soul. This dense night wood
April 2017
Maren Morgan
Chasing Rabbits
Chasing Rabbits Your first treatment you mercifully sleep through. Your first chemo and you sleep and sleep and sleep with your IV’ed hand propped on a pillow cross-stitched with magenta hibiscus blossoms. I’m glad you are oblivious to the gory war stories recounted by your fellow infusionees. Your gentle hand twitching, lip wiggling, and ankle rustling show me that in your dreams, you’re chasing rabbits– You and Queenie, your beloved
April 2017