By Stacy Pendergrast Before Daddy left us for New York, he told me if I could catch one of those lizards its tail would snap off. Those critters ran up and down our house all day, their true
By Nat Froiland Searing thighs stomp pedals towards radiating pavement, each pump another pressing decision. Not the reflex begun in Milwaukee’s morning rush, but a conscious twilight effort among anonymous county highways. The river races the wrong way, inviting
By Fay L. Loomis first blush of warmth unfolds velvety purple face midday withered glory carpe mane seize the morning ** Fay L. Loomis, a nemophilist (haunter of the woods, one who loves the forest, its beauty, and
By Ashely Adams It took three days to pull your wings from the metal grille. What can a man do with an owl a shroud of cardboard and terry cloth? There’s no one here to roll back your
By Sally Nacker for B.W. You bring home a peony bush to plant with your dog’s ashes. Too late for medicine, or hope, but not for beauty. Each June, an effusion of vivid blossoms will open, blessing air.
By Aileen Bassis Walking on roads and rubble, gravel and grass, pavement and black-top. We know our past. We don’t know what waits. Grass and pavement, black-top hillsides and grasslands, desert and dirt, we don’t know what waits —
By Bruce Robinson *** Recent work by Bruce Robinson appears in Yo-NewYork!, Pittsburgh Poetry Houses, enclave, and Mobius.
From Issue 13 Nominated for Pushcart Prize, 2016 Can I share this happiness with you? Meat on a spit, a trashcan full of yellow rice, this Chiweenie takes a shit by its stroller. All I want is everything on
by Jen Karetnick The octopus found a coconut, hollow and halved like a locket, dropped into its world. A chair waiting for its occupant, the shell rocked on the ocean floor, inviting as tea. The octopus lowered its mantle
By Joan Moritz Frost pays attention to everything. It is curious about each bump and crevice of a roof tile, fascinated by the folds of a winter flower, every vein and serration, the edge of a broken petal no