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...
Mary Simmons Yes. Yes. What else is there to say? There are no wolves in the forest. We killed them all and let our children beg. Meat in the sun, sweet enough. Basketfuls of hungry, hungry flies....
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....
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...
