Samuel Piccone Not a spread too big. Too brightly littered with faith. How long one can soften into night, I can’t say. There’s so much waterI hardly notice: the snow and snowing, the bathtub...
Donna Vorreyer The quiet of the woods feathers my brain,and my tongue magentas with beets. Still I’m restless and cannot sleep. I can’t explain the shadow’s abstractions—how the coat rack...
SP Mulroy The thresher like a wicked god calls children to its mouth,gnashing locust teeth to taste the fingers in the grain. What passes through the graveyard gate can never walk back out. Beneath...
there is an abandoned house at the edge of my grandparents’ property line, behind a fence, barbed and electric. wheatgrass blends into the overgrowth, red fescue, thistle, knotweed. my grandfather...
Daniel Lurie2026 Poetry Spring Contest Winner There’s nothing as lonely as the long claw of a train horn. Like a tail, three boxcars trail in its wake, the first stuffed with spotted loons...
Adam Gianforcaro I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.For the loveless world to rile in empathy and reflect itself in the love- drenched puddles of tenderness. To not...
Grace McGovern Watching Once Upon a Time in the West, I am stuck on the saloon door. Harmonica swells, bullets drop, but forget that, watch the corner of the cloth screen, admire this gesture...
Amanda Chiado Every woman displayed in the Museum of Ordinary Women left. Someone blamed the Mexican women in the big colorful skirts for starting the getaway song. Criminal magenta, fuchsia,...
Ross White Some technologies fail, and though I’m sure a few lucky bathers found oscillating tubs under their trees on Christmas morning at the turn of a new century, I bet by ‘01 those...
Anna Drasko I felt the crux flood,plinths adrift in dirt slurried brine.I watched the funeral of debris where the swollen rains struck down fiddle anointed woodlands. I heard black bears cast lotsto...
