Joy David God could kill you and blame it on a bear. Being taught as I was about investing exclusively in car stocks, I was never awake to the possibility of heaven cleaning its teeth. Faith...
Andrew Payton Each tooth grinds to fit its partner. In my valley, centuries of wheat spilled soil to reveal boulders fanged by the dirt-trickle of rain— is it violence, the hare in coyote...
Ginger Ayla He was a two-pack-a-day smoker, on bad days three, and once on a smoke break explained how he first discovered cigarettes when he was 10, with his friend, sticking a clothes...
Kurt David Due respect to the Weather Girls, but raining men would be the worst possible forecast. I’m not saying I don’t eat peaches with aplomb, I’m just saying I’m sick of alt-right...
Jen Frantz after Mary Ruefle Let’s go to church, I said. My lover didn’t want to go to church. It smells like a hospice in there, he said. So we walked together in the direction of the train...
Lauren Saxon bones. about kneecaps. how easily they dimple the earth’s wet surface. this poem is about kneeling. consider the body’s position. the way our limbs fold into one another. the way...
Lacy Arnett Mayberry Once a year, a bus appeared at school in the middle of the day—alien and out of place, larger than we remembered from even just that morning—for a safety training exercise....
“Girls Portraits” Marker, felt tip pen on paper “Look” Oil on canvas Kateryna Bortsova is a painter and graphic artist with a BFA in graphic arts and an MFA. Works of...
