Lizzy Ke Polishan peels. My father was a hoe and my mother was a rake. My brother, a fishbone; my sister, a crushed egg. I loved the dirt so much I turned it into my shoes. I loved...
Kate Kadleck Remember when we named ourselves after condiments? When you licked the lamppost in front of my house? I can’t, for the life of me, recall whether (and if so, for how long) your...
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....
Tim Thiện Nguyễn Sông có khúc, người có lúc –a Vietnamese proverb It was not their fault / the aunties and uncles / Ba Mẹcoming here when / (insert your favorite...
Alex Bortell I shed fistfuls. Natural poacher, confused when I’m born finless. You hold two catfish by the gills. Spear me in the Muskegon. The Cougar’s ashtray lined with buds. I sift through...
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...
