May 16, 2022

You Go, Me Stay, Two Autumns

By Marilyn Chin

行く我にとゞまる汝に秋二つ — Masaoka Shiki Wipe the lipstick off the milk carton Get off your high horse and wicked palanquin Dye your ancestral roots kryptonite Day-Glo Paint your opposable thumbs Urban Decay […]

May 16, 2022

The Well, Rural Route 1 Box 43

By Jesse Nathan

What wasn’t hidden wasn’t plainly there. Year by year I tracked our well’s steel-capped PVC-pipe headpost leaning vaguely as it disappeared in cedar-shrub, growing palisade, evergreen and tight. I liked […]

May 16, 2022

Escape & Logic

By Brenda Hillman

i hear tonight the great horned owl, four gray notes superior to beauty. Come to the window, i say; (my love can’t hear & i can’t see; we trade senses […]

May 16, 2022

埋 / Bury

By Paisley Rekdal

First it was a pocket watch the archeologists unearthed, its plated chain strangled inside this grave’s massed roots, black hands clawing at twelve and two. Trains run on time as […]

May 16, 2022

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By Brenda Hillman

i asked unknown dark energy that pulls the furry light between stars back to the start of time if everyone has to meet again killers who enter houses without knocking […]

May 16, 2022

Elegy

By Elizabeth Arnold

But now I am not I, nor is my house now my house.  — Federico García Lorca When the Chicxulub asteroid impact happened where the Yucatán peninsula wasn’t, a rapidly emplaced […]

May 16, 2022

Boulders and Bedrock

By Tricia Knoll

1 Let me walk my sadness to those boulders downslope from my window —  do I hear them whisper? Does relief rest in stolidity? 2 One story starts with a minister […]

May 16, 2022

Escape & Energy

By Brenda Hillman

The hills are burning; they have burned & will burn. Sheets of lightning over introduced grasses whose arc is low, trees leap across highways . . . , young men […]

May 16, 2022

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By Brenda Hillman

The soul sits beside its box of oranges. The century goes along, the tyranny, the dazzle, the executions of butterflies —  life molecules make memory shapes, adorned broken or blunted . […]

May 16, 2022

望 鄉 / Home-Gazing

By Paisley Rekdal

After Hesiod, “Works and Days,” lines 400–500 When summer ceases its blister, when autumn rain cools flesh with downpour and thunder, and Mars hangs high in the sky, wheels over […]