Collier Nogues 1. Of fire: she remembers sitting with her father at the upstairs hearth, before they had a furnace. Not the conflagration of the high school, not the brick church burning. Not the...
Jon Woodward She had her feet replaced by leg extensions! She’s a different person than I once thought. I’ve mostly been able to sustain the loss. I’ve amortized the loss...
Christopher Citro The way you want it is— you hope to be flying then realize you are flying. I’ve eaten blackberries from your hand where they’re warm from July and your hand. I...
Careful, there’s little difference between the woody surface and the edible veins of the sugarcane. Carve the skin first to reveal the sweet blood that hums in your mouth until you’re chewing the...
“My brother is dying,” my mother tells me over the phone, her voice spilling down the line, a thin stream of water over the lip of a dam. My mother says the word dying like it’s a question. As...
“how liminally can the lyric exist,” I asked the wilderness
& the wilderness just blinked. so I exited, stage-left, & offered
only my agreeing with green: explosions of caricature
I...
A mouth knows shapes for certain dying.
Says lunulas grey-bluing
like whites unseparated on
laundry day.
Murmurs knees
violaceous mottling, plum over
stone of cartilage and bone....
I reconsider the sea. How uncomfortable it makes me
that water might decide what breathes & doesn't
breathe. How the shape of
water hides its cruelty. Unleashed,...
and bandy-legged, I passed time
among hills and hay, swam in dirty
pools. The summer skies were green-
eyed, the color of witches and grassy
cow pies. I was greedy for...
Jacqueline Doyle Manka curled up on her white linen couch with a glass of Pinot Noir and opened the new New Yorker to the fiction page. On the left there was an illustration of a snowy...
