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  • Anindita Sengupta

Coriolis
Coriolis 1920 1229 Anindita Sengupta

Water spirals clockwise or not depending on hemisphereThis too is rumor. Like home, like country.Mythology is rife with images of exile — serpent of firegorging wax, palace aflame like a…
  • Rodd Whelpley

How Do You Call It When
How Do You Call It When 1920 1106 Rodd Whelpley

nothing apparently is imminent, but the extra weight; the hair increasingly, if not the texture, then the hue of the bristles in the wire brush you used to scrape the…
  • Samuel J. Fox

Litany in Which Forgiveness is Granted to All Things Above and Below
Litany in Which Forgiveness is Granted to All Things Above and Below 1920 1229 Samuel J. Fox

Always the twilight: a burning car crash. Always the car crash towed away by the moon. Always the stars gather and grind their way to some rhythm we think we…
  • Marilyn Duarte

Winter Sweeps Away the Old
Winter Sweeps Away the Old 1920 1134 Marilyn Duarte

It was early March—not yet spring, but not entirely winter—when you stopped eating. There were still traces of snow on the ground when you stopped talking. O inverno limpa os…
  • Jacqueline Doyle

Ugly Shoes
Ugly Shoes 1920 1080 Jacqueline Doyle

Crazy Shoes When I was in my twenties I had all kinds of crazy shoes. Sandals with six-inch cork platforms that wobbled. Rope-soled espadrilles with laces that criss-crossed up my…
  • Justin Karcher

A Suburbia of Volcanoes
A Suburbia of Volcanoes 1440 1920 Justin Karcher

It sounds like Pat’s building an ark in the garage, but he’s tearing apart a cedar shelf so we have wood for the bonfire, ‘cause it’s almost nighttime in North…
  • Robert Alan Rife

I am not as old
I am not as old 1920 1440 Robert Alan Rife

No, I am not as old as the wilting membrane of earth – the skin of her secrets, too tightly breast-held and leaky. No, I am not as old as…
  • Kathy Gibbons

The Eight Months of Oysters
The Eight Months of Oysters 1920 1259 Kathy Gibbons

A Pecha Kucha Those in the know have spoken so: the “R” months are for ordering our oysters. May, June, July and August show us R-starved risk and rife red-tide…
  • Damien B. Donnelly

Carried Away on the Water
Carried Away on the Water 3837 2607 Damien B. Donnelly

From the nightmare we wake to the dream before we open our eyes to reality I fear I fret I freeze I forge I face I forget I love you,…

De Consolatione ad Kamil: On Death
De Consolatione ad Kamil: On Death 2500 1406 Kamil Ahsan

I was three years old, the youngest of three, when my father passed away in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. I have no recollection of him. Any remainders are memories of memories, or…
  • Matthew Muilenburg

Chicken Men
Chicken Men 1188 539 Matthew Muilenburg

My father has always preferred menthol cigarettes, from his first preteen puff on a Kool to the cherry he smoldered atop his Camel this morning. When I was a kid,…

Stains
Stains 3872 2592 Meagan Lucas

Between contractions, Annabelle watched the shadows flicker across the ceiling. Candles were impractical for an event such as this, but the electricity had gone out yet again, and the Morrison…

Hot and Cold
Hot and Cold 3400 2550 Celeste Ramos

I’m never afraid of what’s ahead unless it’s a mirror showing me what’s behind I don’t fear monsters, I fear stoves I don’t fear muddy boots, I fear house slippers…

last day
last day 1920 1080 Chris Wheeler

It’s not just that feeling of escaping something that opens up your chest, or the closure that lends rhythm to seasons of life: after spring, the long slow breath. After…

hecate #1
hecate #1 3264 2448 Katherine DeCoste

undeath is in creation / and the degloving of hands / digging up of pale yellow talisman / kiss of moonlight through the willow branches / fade / d /…
  • Mark Jackley

Morning Sex
Morning Sex 2448 2448 Mark Jackley

We are pushing sixty. Like snails, when we bloom out of ourselves to spy the garden through our blindness we are dancing slowly, alert to the flaming intentions of the…

Coyotes
Coyotes 3930 1850 Jeannie Prinsen

It’s mid-morning when I walk the back road. Sunlight speckles through the leafy branches, its warmth burning the dew off ferns. And then I hear the coyotes call from deep…

Need
Need 3024 2332 Thomas Zimmerman

The blackbirds and the mourning doves that haunt the backyard feeder have me thinking need, the burning fuse that drives us all. And even though right now it’s wan and…
  • Darren C. Demaree

the silence is very clear
the silence is very clear 1920 1440 Darren C. Demaree

i told my children the silence is very clear there is less sorrow in the world than there could be we are upon the fog and not under it we…
  • Darren C. Demaree

there is a small song
there is a small song 1836 3264 Darren C. Demaree

i told my daughter there is a small song a loose skin a lip bend an obvious note or two in every day that could be folded into the minutes…

Tristia
Tristia 1920 1441 Nathaniel Lee Hansen

The night before, Lauren had stayed at Timothy’s apartment despite an agreement they’d reached after a few weeks’ negotiation (with sullenness, with wine, with tears) that “they were on hold,”…
  • Stephen Briseño

My Grandma Told Me Once
My Grandma Told Me Once 4032 3024 Stephen Briseño

Mijo, if you are to be water in a river, be the kind that sinks deep into the soil, that marries the roots of live oaks on the bank, gives…
  • Marcus Goodyear

Ode to the Fabric of the Cosmos
Ode to the Fabric of the Cosmos 1920 1440 Marcus Goodyear

I’ve read of people who measure light as it refracts through holes and sprays patterns on a screen, a probability wave, the numbers a kind of mathematical Christ. If you…

Break Forth
Break Forth 1920 1440 A.M. Pine

An inner coming away, beginning over again, an outer rending, cracked in twain. Thin, flaky crust of earth pie, four and twenty red-wings rise to cerulean sky. A birth, a…

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