by Katrina Agbayani
my whole body stupid with it: / July on the lawn. / through the screen window glows / the stovetop purpled with heat,
Read Moreby Katrina Agbayani
my whole body stupid with it: / July on the lawn. / through the screen window glows / the stovetop purpled with heat,
Read Moreby Logan Anthony
a brittle flower bobs / her head in the october rain, / each strike of a drop / as it cascades in descent
Read Moreby Sheila Black
If you stand in the gallery on the first floor / and keep still, the stone appears to breathe a little. / The Nereids are braced against the wind and spray.
Read Moreby Elisabeth Blair
My miscarried children loiter nowhere, / not mentioned in any newspaper // nor honoured online. / No memorials on earth
Read Moreby Lauren Camp
One day this spring, the sky taunted the sycamore / to toss down leaves. Tested the boundary of elm / to take a barb of wind. The ground knew what a clearing
Read Moreby Kate Genevieve
Midday and I’ve yet to wash. / The lemons give me no respite, / and I’m sick of the garden fountain / bubbling incessantly.
Read Moreby Liz Howard
All my girls growing up we had hard times / the lattice-structure of our future interiors / sung like a diamond bit drill against our / temple of stripped spruce before we lost
Read Moreby Nisa Malli
The monster has taken to sinking / in every available body / of liquid. It flicks the light- / switch trying to turn / the water in the dark,
Read Moreby Rajiv Mohabir
Some are lonely before / they know. An orca / separated from his pod / calls out every night
Read Moreby Nnadi Samuel
how does mist quantify loneliness? / on no occasion has it been the cloud to end a day without company: / the way at harm’s length, a relative slips from my grip.
Read Moreby Liam Strong
trans- / versal.¹ pickled blueberries left in the card- / board.² on a dimensional level, maybe // you don’t die in this one.³
Read More