Poetry
by Rowan Tate
i have a peach in my hands like a bee sting, the crescent of her cheek soft. somewhere on green mountains, dirt layers. she tells me not to tell her ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Lise Reingruber
Sestina Instructions for traveling to the underworld you hold a lion on a leash, you are a dove a Venus, the morning and evening star you open your ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Veronica Vo
the lord cut her open in a white coat wanting nothing but legacy, on a bright Texas morning to remind us where the horizon lay. I was something small ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Alan Palacios
where the flesh of jacarandas shifts across the invisible layers cosmic fabrics tear return us (to) the land like a miraged plateau hidden within our ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Dianna Vega
did you ever hear of a girlmaker? they pour glass in molds of sugar, skin, and skull. they measure your outline with a fatal lack of precision, as ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Lajward Zahra
Wretched past refuses me, will not swallow the pain from the present. Suctions, the way you did. Saliva on my ant bites adding to the itch like the ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Susanne Sophie Schmalwieser
we’ve been speaking since january or so and now the trees are growing flowers mostly pinks and whites i tell you how the hills in Morocco rest soft ...read the full piece >>Supported by: