by Damon Hubbs

“A few days in the Province Lands & I am only one / only one girl crowned / & anchored for her heart’s desire.”

by henry 7. reneau, jr.

“rage that plummets our bodies   moan/hearted / to the intrusion of it all . the nihilistic poltergeist…”

by Justin Karcher

“I heard a frantic meow from around the corner. / When I went to look, there was this kitten / with a Cheetos bag on its head running in a circle.”

by Thomas M. McDade

“Once a Locomotive / Assembly Plant / It houses twenty / Cinemas now…”

by David Hanlon

“I remember this heart, aflame— / a pond of restless red koi, / underwater fire-fish.”

by R.M. Engelhardt

“Listen… / Time howling / Withering…”

by Ron Riekki

“My uncle fell and broke his hip / and he was lying on the ground / and his computer was playing / The Rolling Stones / “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction”

by William Taylor, Jr.

“…listen to them tonight / over more beer, / believing in beauty once again / for as long as the music lasts.”

by Frederick Pollack

“Our impulse is to build the museum / before we’re sure what it commemorates / or mourns.”

by Lydia Rae Bush

“I still don't know what the dead feel like. / All I've learned since then is what it's like to actually / notice when you're feeling someone slowly die.”

by Catfish McDaris

“Her freckles were devil’s kisses / showering down from purgatory.”

by James Fleet Underwood

“…a destination seldom reached where even for the shortest second nothing’s / ever over, where nothing seems to die, where the last I’ll ever learn / and love of you is the glowing purple cactus flowers trembling all around.”

by Von Wise

“Off in the distance, the village pervert / watches us making love / in the afternoon heat. We regard him / as harmless, the way we'd regard a dog / or bird and continue with our wet return / into one another.”

by Patrick Johnston

“A knife can be a tool / A dagger is always a story”

by Rebecca Warlick

“You carried me to the sink / I woke up to luminous columns / And turned into dust“

by Cynthia Atkins

“Now I drive / with death on the passenger side./ A revenant finishing all my sentences.”

by Mykyta Ryzhykh

“This verse will be picked up by crows in the morning / And they will be thrown from heaven / On icy concrete heart rocks / All in vain”

by Philip Venzke

“Quasimodo dials the number again and hears the steady buzz of a busy signal.”

by Jesse Darnay

“Our newborn sounds / a fracture, / chipping my summer.”

by John Jeffire

“She regifted all, a painless sloughing of skin.”