Daniel Brennan the gift. the gifthorse. the horse’s mouth.the rubber cut of tongueand sour steep of breath.the outstanding threat: never look.the troublesome desire to look. his tonguepressed into...
Apollo Chastain “You can win a pistol!!!” I remove the white chiclet gum, which I have been chewing so long it’s lost flavor, from under my tongue. I hand...
grace (ge) gilbert A text that read “I love you” and a follow up to qualify what that meant. That there is something familiar, like we’ve seen each other in a past life. The guilt of the dream...
Jordan Hamel Fraternal twin rivers womb the memorial plaza. A town in utero, pet food cannery, chapel of ease, hockey rink, camping store. We carried folding chairs to the oxbow behind the...
Kate Garcia and I want to be hot. I want to be hot in a girl way and a boy way. A bot way. A seventeen-year-old way and like my mom. So hot that the wheels fall off—I’m out of control! So hot I...
Megan Blankenship This is the kind of place I grew up: as a child I thought it was a law that names of towns contain “rock” or “mountain.” I knew four towns, and Little Rock was culture. ...
Mollie O’Leary I’d spent the morning staring down into a caldera, ropes of steam moving past me to pursue their own relentless cycles. I could see the city below, ...
Seth Peterson 2025 Poetry Spring Contest Winner Through a shattering of light, a mermaid knuckles out to say goodbye. Flaps her eel-black fin. A wishing tree dangles its microphone limbs, listening....
