Molly Pershin Raynor
queen flame / take me as your bride of silver rain / veil of spanish moss […]
January 2018
Ashton Kamburoff
The sky is palming the sun. Your palm cradles this yellow
fruit above our blue sink where the knife sleeps, useless. Use […]
Noah Stetzer
I know all about the kind of time that’s left; the slow boil hour just before
I have to leave: make the bed, clean the kitchen, touch the table, touch
the lamp —circle —circle —and still leave sooner than I need. My father […]
Mingpei Li
the underside of the striatum hides a marbled effect.
recall fire-gilding pork belly, volatile drops of fat lingering in your hair […]
John Sibley Williams
Copper wiring: sheetrock: dust: ash. But no alcove, money: scrolls: relics of an era aged into worth. & not one body. Our skeletons are our own. […]
Madison White
The field-smoke shuffles across the sky […]
Lynn Melnick
A poem from Landscape with Sex and Violence and an interview with Lynn Melnick. […]
When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities by Chen Chen
Chen’s poems address his identity as a young, gay, male, Chinese-American immigrant, as well as the human anxieties and astonishments that we all face. […]
Bei Jie Si
Dear ocean,
I wanted you small […]
Katherine MacCue
My grandfather eats the fish
then spits out one long bone. […]