By Shlagha Borah
When my grandfather was on his deathbed, he didn’t
move toward the light. At his feet, there were four…
move toward the light. At his feet, there were four…
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- By Austin AllenKeyed up after a sleepless flight,
we stared at the Place de la Comédie:
the stone Graces glowing pink… - By Anne Halsey1. Recent death of mother, keeps house for old father.
- By Kevin PruferThe sprayed cockroach doesn’t know
it’s already dead.
It’ll scratch around
behind the refrigerator
while… - By Eleni Sikelianos & Courtney StephensAsklepius: the god of medicine.
Asklepius had a daughter who was the goddess of universal remedy: Panacea.... - By Courtney Conradone of twelve, your sisters’ favorite
and nightmare. Your forearm, an interceptor
for knives aimed at … - By Nii Ayikwei ParkesSome mid days, blank moments in loud
gatherings when I fall from the conversations’
sweetening threads… - By Linda HoganSleep with your face visible so the young will remember you are with them.
You want the others to see… - By Linda HoganThere is a woman who lives on a bed.
She is awake
watching the magpie that comes each morning.
Awake… - By Jim Johnstoneis just a garden, really.
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
… - By Stanley PlumlyThe euphemism is “infusion” when confusion is what happens, and depends on no time in particular especially…
- By Ellen June WrightWhen you wake from a troubled sleep,
after you’ve used the bathroom, don’t go back.
Walk down the hall… - By Bruce BondWe would only get so far,
given the casualties
buried in each point of view.
This one, this one, this… - By Georgio RussellWithin this simple chapel, located near the navel
of the little clinic, the walls are all the white
of… - By Rochelle Hurt[as jumping from a plane. easier—a bridge. as tripping on a shoelace. as blinking your eyes. as breathing…
- By Peter KlineIf we’re put here long enough, someone’s bound to learn something. The sweep of the second hand erases…
- By Brittany PerhamThe doctor tells her what she can’t eat
no grains no nuts no beans no sugar a tomato is OK
but no skins… - By Ross WhiteI’m not the first man to lose his father
slowly, not the first to wonder
when I walk in the room if the… - By Stefania GomezFiremen cut the car open like a cake but when
they reached through the windshield to pull me out
they … - By Mickie KennedyA house with a pool missing tiles.
Another house, foundation cracked,
the whole left half off-kilter,
like…