by Philippa Greasley

“You made a kite / Exotic feathers dyed bright / String poked in a post-it / Paper snip, a bird in flight / Held together by tape creases / Day breeze, cloud dreams.”

by Andy Betz

“By elevating the veil’s hem / Access to a first kiss / By elevating their life ibidem / Disregarding the moniker, Miss”

by Brandon Shane

“The God who many believe / created us to love and praise him / this too sounds dependent.”

by Morgan Boyer

“scrolling through the trash, you come across / another April Fool’s celebrity death hoax / claiming Chris Hemsworth died in a car crash…”

by Will A

“O the fair Texas winds have brought blowing / a fresh Boot Barn calendar into my new Houston mail box / along with the American mythos laid out bare…”

by T. Vundi Mwilu

“Today I will shut the door, / and I will walk to the sea. / I will shop at the store, / and set my soul free.”

by Brenton Booth

“The great writers / all gone. Even the great / athletes vanished without a trace. / Trapped in an age of paper / thin heroes with perfect white teeth, / and false, celebrated, tales of / woe.”

by Mykyta Ryzhykh

“I'm afraid of water because / I don't know where / The current is taking me…”

by Khara Rosebrook

“baby-cheeked / diamond baubles / on her lashes. so often / consciousness blinks— / whenever the chaos / magic cybersigil / is inadequate.

by A.A. Zatarian

“We passed the mirror back and forth / exchanging ugly reflections, / taking turns / smelling ourselves / through a dollar bill.”

by Katherine Breeden

“This month my body fools the IUD. / It’s probably the last one, /   My doctor said, / then harpooned me / like a hunter of octopus.”

by Francis de Lima

“I am explaining to you about the ocean's carbon sink by saying there are liquid forms that aren't courage, which implies forms of courage that aren't liquid. The ocean gently puts down the burning bush, the incinerated newspaper catching more flame.”

by Bart Edelman

“Don’t care to be judged / By this act alone. / Could have committed worse. / Yet that’s not the point, is it? / If this goes on much longer, / I’ll turn myself in.”

by Emily Pavick

“there are things to remember about Room 4B— / like how, after fifteen seconds, the shower dies / you have to press the button / to make it live again…”

by Abish Qamar

“The body remains a loose creature of dissolution, / a fishhook slackened within the dirty banks of its wreck and flaw. / And the prodigious is now a starving hound, / thin-ribbed, gleaming in the spit of its maw.”

by Kes Maro

“between the old mill and the duck pond, harbor road is steady under my sparkling velcro sneakers. the path to Avalon is open and there is bread in my hand. swans and ducks and geese in the water.”

by Kiran Josen

“somewhere / a girl plucks / her ribs / like prayer beads.”

by Mike McHone

“they found him on the floor of his apartment / so much blood around him the cops thought / he’d been killed, when a burst ulcer did him in.”

by Josh Lipson

“Adam and Eve falling through the sky / creating cosmos out of / breathless Abzu / certain we’re about to die…”

by Ryan Di Francesco

“I Remember When I Saw / folded skeletons of the flat city / on piles of saffron / carved out / of cement…”