He never gets used to waking his mother Sunday afternoons to tell her he’s going, the late winter light in her bedroom weak as her body releasing from sleep; the sauerkraut in Ball jars buckled to the seat; how pulling the ticket lifts the gate at the one open toll booth on the hillside; or […]
Issue 69
Jackie Sheeler: Split Geometry
When twenty miles of sea and city stretched itself between your door and mine, we lived inside each others’ skin, compressing distance into exotic equations unsolvable outside the act of love. I moved closer, and you moved away– space reversed in the lens of an insane camera, inside shed the skin of outside and all […]
Miguel Hernández: Lullaby of the onion, Translation by Renato Rosaldo
The onion is frost closed and poor. Frost of your days and my nights. Hunger and onion, black ice and frost, big and round. My child was in a cradle of hunger. He nursed on onion blood. But your blood, frosted with sugar, onion and hunger. Dissolved into moon, a dark woman pours thread by […]
George Murray: The Dust
Regardless, the trees will still stretch out from their wrinkled sleep, will hang a canopy of limp hands. Look down that quiet lane where the branches make an arch, and say what you see: far enough down, any road becomes a street, or ends in the wild. The fireflies are being mistaken for stars again […]
Jen Knox: Feelings of Sadness and Beauty by a Lake with Horses
I. According to this month’s bill from Sallie Mae Services, I owe $30,000 on the student loans For my Master of Fine Arts Degree In poetry writing. In order to pay this debt off before I die, I could write 3,000 poems And sell them for 10 bucks a pop. Or I could write 300 […]
Katy Hawkins: Alchemy Girl
I’m watching Jamie watching blue on a Tuesday in the Musée Picasso Her head is cocked like she’s sorry for him And I want to smack that disenchanted pout off her head till it straightens out her head with the perfect little freckles shaken like salt from the brown doe eyes shaken like salt like […]