Poetry

Monica Fuglei

On the night on Oct. 14, 2014, the CPD responded to a report of a man carrying a knife walking […]

James Bradley

The plucking of a lone, slender
Silver hair—a fair postponement
Of the aging process? Deep lines

Max Stone

Ungodly, aching for a while.
Why isn’t this sufficient?
Little sips of pain.
I knew […]

Pamela Hobart Carter

Last week with my daughter, I ran the track
at Hiawatha, unable again to count laps with accuracy.

Eli Coyle

Cancer arrived in your house
under the cloud cover of rain
blotting May across paper hearts

I tended to […]

Eli Coyle

I haven’t left the house in a week
Winter is peeling open the insides
Of death and love
Two gifts left […]

Eli Coyle

You are diseased, San Joaquin
can’t you see the cancerous corporations
pinning needles in your chest?

Your keepers in cotton dyed […]

Heather M. F. Lyke

It smells of stale PB & J
and I have left behind my stuffy,

Daniel Edward Moore

• Coronary events are poorly planned and cater to a violent cuisine.
• Strangers […]

Courtney Cliften

so I save eraser shavings
just in case. I stay awake until morning
so I can water my plants with […]

Max Stone

You knew what I meant when I said
I saw a sunflower in hell
and good art sucks […]