Laura Bylenok
Season of lysis and low sun.
Season of lies. I smoked
a pack of wolves. First frost […]
June 2017
Oyin Oludipe
Omo ìyá—
He calls me this, with coarse
Drum syllables, fine-mannered […]
Colleen Abel
What I like best:
the crowd’s Pavlovian simmer. […]
Brittany Rogers
I looked at my Aunt Sarah skin;
my stay out the sun-
You already an eclipse-face. […]
Paul Crenshaw
Brian wouldn’t stay dead,
days when we gathered together,
fingers forming triggers, […]
Ajise Vincent
yester night, they bared their skins of everything,
of clothes & worries. from the crown of their head
to the sole of their feet, naked. two bodies, […]
Jae Nichelle
Children don’t play outside no more leads to daughters don’t help in the kitchen no more and I drop rice on the carpet but kick it towards my cousin so it looks like she did it […]
Mackenzie Berry
Blood oranges taste the sweetest,
how they drip red down a chin without a cut, […]
Andrew Collard
Where the grass is tall enough to whip
and a mailbox covered with faded stickers
lies sideways in the gravel, roadside— […]