by Kara Goughnour In sparkling whirls, the burning turns dark, grins the burnt-corked grin of all men singed, of all…
by Charlie Lehmann Wildflower Lawn With loose skin and rheumatism, he kneeled Weeping in the crackling brown. Every blade of…
by Charlie Lehmann Charlie Lehmann is a non-binary poet working out of Evansville, Indiana. Their work has been previously published…
by Sneha Subramanian Kanta Praise the weeds. The monarchs on milkweeds. Praise your gut, with all its dreams for utopias.…
by Jacob Fowler to drown is to die with something in you,then what is it to die while driving, to…
by alyssa hanna the visitors always come, but they always end up leaving. swollen families stay and watch like we…
by Jason Harris after Clint Smith They only see me as animal. forgetting they too are animal. they only see…
by Shawn Anto Portrait of Prescribed Time blessed we are again in this transference. I don’t think you…
by Zachary Bond We traffic in the rhythms of urge. In the black turbulence of the self, I tried not…
by Jill Bergantz Carley On the asphalt at the turnaround, we wrote in chalk, in the largest letters:Two homes, flume…