Poetry from Richard Fox
Photo by Gianni Zanato You Followed the Moon on Its Wane or Wax You followed the moon on its wane or wax; stood on the wall of the canyon & waited for your echo to come back. When it did no such thing, you crawled with such care along the ledge. You tended the sheep […]
Poetry from Kristen Wheatley
Photo by Henry Be The Dandelion Assimilate into the green pastures Expand your yellow bloom sprouted from the freed seed growth is your doom. To open up and show your beauty, but the world calls you a weed so, you confine yourself only to then grow 170 wings. . . Kristen Wheatley resides in Frankfort, […]
Fiction from Danny Powell
Photo by Matthew Henry Gunshine State Roger went to a gun show. He went to a gun show and bought a gun. He went to a gun show and bought a gun to protect himself. He went to a gun show and bought a gun to protect himself and his family. He went to a […]
Poetry from Nicholas Gore
Photo by Paul Green What Fools May Dream I’ve followed this trail of footprints and retraced my steps through the snow. A recurring dream that has fallen as I slept each night before. I may be as much of a fool as anyone who dares trust the night remain outside, though it often lifts open […]
Fictions from J. Bradley
Photo by Ajeet Mestry From Teenage Wasteland: An American Love Story When you (or your tumors make you) drift off to sleep during class, you see another classroom, with the Math teacher on TV talking about how to calculate a body count during a war where American lives are lost, how the bodies with the […]
Poetry from Kierstin Bridger
Photo by Aaron Burden Scrim For Robby On this paper sky morning my eyes burn as I watch an unkindness pull entrails from something brindled and dead. It’s not always clear at what angle the land is stitched, all the ways we tally rebirth or how images of you arrive without warning. Sometimes it’s the […]
Poetry from Amy Leigh Wicks
Photo by Will Langenberg Tirza I am not a green cup on the end of a stem. I am asking who will sanctuary you, or let you feast? What we make might survive winter. You are a handful of dust but so alive— lichen-like holding onto the small smoothnesses of a day. How could I […]
Poetry from Angelica Corrado
Photo by Madison Grooms Elegy for My Flower Crown I want to string together daisies and dandelions my makeshift golden ………….crown as I dance barefoot on the forest floor while dirt ………….cakes […]
Poetry from Ashia Ajani
Photo by Yeshi Kangrang Why Did You Kiss Me Before I Put On My Cocoa Butter Do not pick at the pieces of honey trapped in my baby hairs from a facemask done the night before. Leave it. I have consumed so much lipstick from mug after mug of yerba mate. My insides are purple. […]
Poetry from Lynn Schmeidler
Photo by Jason Wong Six Ways I See You Trapped in History 1. You know a few things about time, like how it stretches under covers and how it hides in clumps of grass. 2. Winter won’t let you go. You think like a goldfinch. Your hands do not agree with your arms. 3. There’s […]
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