Thea Brown
When I take my prescriptions I halve them carefully with the edge of a slanted tweezer blade. Call this predictable; I call it intimate. […]
2019
Ra Malika Imhotep
The day I am officially screened
for bipolar disorder
I feel most alive –
alert to the way air moves […]
Jericho Brown
Some dark of us dark,
The ones like me, walk
Around looking for
A building or a bridge. […]
Rebecca Hazelton
The streetlights in the cul-de-sac
blinked on one by one, illuminating
the husband’s grief as it rose and fell […]
Marguerite L. Harrold
He kept asking
Hot tub juice steamed as my ass hit air
Balanced over the shoulder of a hulking boy from Palatine
All I knew about him could fit on the wings of a fly […]
Jennifer Ruth Jackson
Bags breeze past my ankles in an empty lot,
the twisted heads of plastic ghosts.
Not a lot can happen here, except everything. […]
Fakoyede Seun
such drama. i imagine.
to walk from so far
& not come near enough to solace, only
the night uncloaks itself into a familiar pretense. […]
July Westhale
Some modern Moby Dick
pivots on notes of man
and behemoth choice— […]
Aurielle Marie
It feels good to eat/ the devil/ is /a raw hide pulsing/ across my tongue/ sings a new sound/ her name is January/ […]
Brian Clifton
In the suburbs, through the windows, the houses leak their big ideas. One television then another darkens. […]