Augusta Laurel Funk

  STILL LIFE ON THE FIRST DAY OF DRIVING HOME   Beyond the all-night diner’s pulse of crows, rain pushes an empty swing set in...
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Julia Lisella

The manure did not / have a bad smell he insisted, / context was everything

Nicholas Reiner

The text a merciless / lightning Celeste’s been / in a car accident

Karen Greenbaum-Maya

What is it like to be Kafka now, the way he lives today in the half-light of European history before the Holocaust?

Max Sessner

In the not too distant future / I will be old I have / seen it coming

Liz Marlow

Even Lenin did not hold / such power over his people // as I do with food.

Olga Pek

I retrace my steps, barefoot and diligent as a shipwreck

Carol Westberg

I’m not alone in my fear I’ll end up like my ex, / who fears his next wife will leave him, and she does.

Tyler Goldman

The smell of rain. / Or, then again, // the smell of an azalea. / Or the sea.

Michael Hettich

She folds a piece of typing paper / into a house. Let’s live here, she says

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