poetry
In Situ
It was there all along: // a knot beneath the skin, // a stranger's tongue in darkness
Hypnotizing Chickens
One Saturday afternoon in the shoulder // season between calving and haying
let us cast lots, and can't we have a lesbian love story where no one dies?
I hate rich people, // my son says, spat // from the belly of the bus // that each day returns him // to dry land
Rue
By Arjun Khade
In her woman's world, a virtual wombniverse; her vultcherish watchers wild in their flickering half-dreams of fleshy lust and crimson joy.
brine, this is a Bauhaus love affair, and there are foxes now
By Lucinda Trew
snow is coming // so are trucks carrying // glacial tons of salt to season // winter and cure streets // with brine
Becoming a Believer and NFPA 70E
The locals, believers of gods, drink tsipouro long into the night // And brag to me about how lucky they were to be born here
Her Last Garden
My uncle told me turn the soil over // after that we'll lay a sheet over it // everything under it will die, and // we can start again.
Immersion and The Anatomy of Average
By Barun Saha
Those are stygian times when blood & clay plastered on bones melt into lumps // The floor tiles slide across, the many mouths of abyss await
Inquisition
By Meggie Royer
Before we knew, we heard— // the horses shot in the pasture, // clamor receding along the fence line like snow.
Pilliwinks and The Boot and My Head is a Cat B Jug
By Joseph Long
Ain’t that done yet? Ain’t that done? Three words which, // if spoken too soon, sears itself upon // my balloon.
Liquid Courage and trying magnesium for anxiety
By Jia Yan Tan
but if that doesn’t work then call your mother
Elegy for Overachieving
And yet nothing is as satisfying // as scratching the pen back // and forth over having it all // done and evidenced.