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Poetry

Hunting Season

Adrie Sim May 2017

I gather elderberries by the river. Last year, these purple-black fruits rotted on my counter – I was in the ER, clenched with pain and cold under ten blankets and by the time they opened me there was a liter of blood to take, one slender branch and th …

Poetry

The Salt

Adrie Sim May 2017

A terrible blessing – to be laid open to the bone, where the marrow trembles and sings with all the griefs, known and unknown, mine and yours. I have wanted a field where animals could graze, where I could lay down in the long grasses. If this careful …

Poetry

Suppose You Do Change Your Life

Susie Patlove May 2017

            In conversation with Rilke and Ocean Vuong What if getting old is traveling backward, regaining your first eyes, your portion of blood and bone no longer scaled with wound. Suppose you awake without your skin, all your senses felled by slee …

Poetry

Forest from the Night Before

Susie Patlove May 2017

                                     for Les The wood is entered from a settled place, its darkness a murmur that hangs like threads of time, vines indescribably local yet never seen before. A pond, perhaps vernal, seems to hold everything I do not kno …

Poetry

El Paso

Susie Patlove May 2017

Cowpokes spun lasso diction across a white girl’s youth. Storefronts seemed larger than they were just as what I presented was flat. A mustache on one man’s lip stood for passion, on another’s meant death. What was I to do with the heavy weight of skir …

Poetry

Irresistable

Amy Laprade May 2017

Cool like the Virginia waterfalls his eyes undressed her and yet, his stiff smile demanded such reverence from her. Rust-gold like the hawkweeds of summer, his eyelashes, cast fringed shadows on his cheeks whenever he closed his eyes… freckles floati …

Poetry

Rain

David Nielsen May 2017

It was our third date, today, we dated, I think it was a date, we had lunch, we talked, we argued. I thought about falling in love with you, considered that you might   never fall for me, ordered bacon and eggs on croissant, the same as you and kn …

Poetry

A As In Forgetting

Tzivia Gover May 2017

The cousin of aleph and ayan and name and creation, A for the apple, on the branch in the garden The one you know well, with the snake and the tree. A for forgetting, as in Alzheimers, aphasia, and anonymously me.   Believe me, it’s true: In the b …

Poetry

Your Yearbook Picture

Daniel Hales May 2017

Wearing a smile the photographer chose in your yearbook picture and the wistful faux-fencepost-leaning pose in your yearbook picture. An old barn, a covered bridge, and a hickory with a rope swing: quaint country backdrop complete with scarecrows in yo …

Poetry, Young adult writers

Silk and Slips and Green Paper

Karina Jha May 2017

your footsteps echoed when you walked through hallways. gold soaked the walls and diamonds dripped from the sky. you never knew of desire, for its screams were muffled with silk and slips of green paper; piling up into mountains and molehills that you …