Joshua Weiner

Joshua Weiner

    Black shadow hangs over the dust of my beloved; So I turned myself into dust, but the shadow left me behind.    ...
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David. E. St. John

D.E. St. John

During my father’s sermons, I would read / about my namesake and the men he killed.

Rachel Custer

Rachel Custer

There is one church for the people who admit they are good / and one church for the people who don’t.

Naomi Huan

Naomi Huan

your father loves us / too much / for flowers / she said

F. Daniel Rzicznek

F. Daniel Rzicznek

He chooses so late // and I fail to swerve—

Deborah Allbritain

Deborah Allbritain

Sometimes I dream of that boy on his deathbed, calling for water, // a cold cloth, just before he dies, the atoms of him beginning to collapse

Diaz

Joanne Diaz

When I look up, I see the prophecy of Venus / sprawled across the stars: I will tell you, and you will wonder / at the way old crimes lead to monstrosities.

Elizabeth Knapp

Elizabeth Knapp

Tonight the cicadas are deafening. / Nothing to do but lean into despair / the way one leans into a mirror.

Michael Collier

Michael Collier

Moments that were tender, if I can use that word, now rendered in memory’s worn face, have names attached and, less vivid, places ...

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