Dorianne Laux

BROTHER   My brother doesn’t remember all of it and I don’t either. Between us most of that day is lost. What he remembers is me...
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Joshua Boettiger

a man is swallowing his penis and turning into a flower. I thought I could sit down / and burn a hole through my suffering by sheer focus. I got distracted.

Devika Brandt

That year? I smell it mostly in the smoke of one long joint / after another in parked cars next to emptied pools / on summer days, days that burned into night, believing / one turn of the key and I could drive away.

Karel Sebek

in the auditorium of several neighboring windows / I see a single moth / as old and miserable as the world

Stephen Paul Miller

Kaddish is Aramaic for “holy.” / What could be more holy than a good person? / My mother put a magnifying glass up to God.

Author photograph by Gwendolyn Howard

W. Scott Howard

So now you know why I have a habit of collecting broken lines of code / For necklaces or passwords from handwritten recipes like darts dozing / In a traveling case.

Rachel Custer

Thick summer air / that warms what it chokes, and chokes what it warms. / The locked cage of a lover’s arms. And above us, the / cool prison of the Lord’s regard. What to call this - / the hatred of the earth-bound / for the sky?

Noah Blaustein

I wanted to know how “good poets” / turn pissing off of the back of a boat / into something worth reading

Jan Ball

I see Heathcliff / slink out of the forest / in the morning mist.

Mark Terrill

Fucked up that the loved ones / all have to go and even more so / the way they have to do it—

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