By: David Sapp Liebchen LiebchenYou needn’t worryAs we’re civilizedThis isn’t 1935Never mindThe thump ofJackboots outsideYour windowThey’ll pass in timeReturn to yourRomance novelReturn to your homeAnd garden showPerfect graniteAnd stainless steel(Flip that houseFew can afford)Never mindThat brutal icy round up(You’re much…
By: Ethan Goffman Aphorisms for a Lonely Planet Mourning Dove A mourning dove chose to nest on the lantern just above our patio, which seemed too low to be safe. Day after day, the dove sat diligently, nurturing her eggs….
By Taylor Dibbert The next time That writer’s block Comes for him He hopes He remembers That hitting the bars On Tuesday nights Usually helps. ### Taylor Dibbert is a poet in Washington, DC. He’s author of, most recently, “On…
By Christina Chin and Jerome Berglund a failed signal to uncaring gods the forsakensky burial’spallbearers *** delirious—shadow talkswith rotting coconutsleadingthe witness *** stick draws HELP the sand heals before sunrise chasing with sweetened tea *** parrot’s scream—I teach it mother’s…
By: Haeun (Regina) Kim This Holy Litany (Salem Witch Trials) after Allen Ginsberg A psalm, a hymn, and a prayer. Apalm holding a candle. Confess. Reap. Stained glass rings like sanctuarybells. Fire crucifies us all. Witch. You sow what you…
By: Prithvijeet Sinha In the good light,you emerge like a hooded shadow.Then when the eyesare rubbed by thehands of an interestedmorning,you becomethe seraph with apencil beakand red-black spikes for feathers on your head. In that glow ofearly morning’smiraculous ventilation,you are…
By: Katie Hong The Room The room hums softlywith the sound of kids playing in the snowa wooden table embedded with marks from countless dinnersthe sound of silverware echoes in the silence My brother, with his elbows propped upgrins wide,immersed…
By: Bruce Mundhenke Peace does not come at the point of a gun.Security is fragile in the shadow of hate.The UN is riding a horse called peace.Their plan is to rule the world.They have forgotten the Son of God,who will…
By: JK Kim Summer The glass leaves a wet ring,the table stains darker, holds it.Grass burns under soles,the porch boards remember theshade.Laughter spits from the shallow end,somewhere, a rope groansalone.Smoke from the grill sticks to shirts,ice from the cooler bites…
By: Andrew Ban Snack It’s dark outIt’s cold outAny moment now the sun might come outBut i can still hear the sounds of people movingThe sound of people strugglingThe sound of people trying their best to live in this harsh…