March Contributors
Izzy Nameth Beck, Allyn Bernkopf, David Calogero Centorbi, Cat Dixon, Deron Eckert, R.M. Engelhardt, Marc Frazier, Devon Fulford, Bex Hainsworth, Adele Hally, Jeff Hardin, Katie Johntz, David Lee, Naomi Bess Leimsider, Joshua Lillie, KG Miles, Tempest Miller, James Morehead, Yvonne Morris, Blair Nelsen, Hailey Paetzel, Cara Paleschi, · R L · powell, Prahi Rajput, Mikki Rios, Brad Rose, Mykyta Ryzhykh, Maisie Kennedy Sherriff, Kalina Smith, Annie Williams, Brandon Yu
Poetry
March Highlights
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anything that casts a shadow
by Joshua Lillie
“I’m what happens when you surprise an armadillo / with a weekend trip to Pensacola. / I’m the face in the crowd that you can’t quite place. / Am I your uncle? I’m too young to be your uncle.”
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the legend of thumbelina as generational trauma: glosa on sylvia plath’s “lady lazarus”
by Kalina Smith
“The apples didn’t fall far / from the gnarled family tree, / covered in cockchafers / who kill the lilies and violet, / burning every shred of beauty down / in just a moment’s flash.”
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remedy
by Bex Hainsworth
“It's been fifteen years since I allowed / her fussing, but now we both indulge. / I can’t say which balm soothes the burn. / When she slips teabags into my suitcase, / I smile, hold close her charms.”
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museum for the somnambulists
by James Morehead
“We’re together in the galleries / holding hands and pointing / Your father joyous after Canadian Thanksgiving / my father’s father unreadable over a poker hand…”
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ass
by Tempest Miller
“A donkey bites my hair / a bear hides in a tree / a bear hides in a tree / but the donkey kicks back legs into a woodburner / and lets go…”
four poems
by Robert McDonald
“The dark lady laughed again. A sound like crows shouting at the old tom cat in the backyard. The dark lady laughs, at plans, and predictions, at anyone who thinks they know how life is going to be.”
three poems
by Paul David Adkins
“I don’t want excuses. / I want what I’ve lost: / my sight, two fingers, / a life of sweatshops and winks / at horny bosses for a nickel raise.”
two poems
by Ewen Glass
“Read in me at each fingertip / the lines of rising tides, / the milky crescent of nail / that finds calcium in soil…”
five poems
by Kathleen Nalley and Gabrielle Brant Freeman
“They incinerate placentas after birth. / They burned us at the stake just for being.”
work orders
by Naa Asheley Afua Adowaa Ashitey
“Yesterday, I accidently tripped on that annoying part of the stairway that has now accumulated eight different work orders.”
three poems
by Mykyta Ryzhykh
“Mushroom pickers picking mold on my fish spine / A basket full of ashy cast-iron nights and red bony sunsets…”
two poems
by Jason Davidson
“I’ll be cold asleep on the floor, with you sutured inside my skull’s / parlor, / a naked cowboy, a shining giant, a beautiful hoax, a permanent coma.”
three poems
by Chantel Lavoie
“The last Manson girl-child in prison / whose arm, at 21, grew sore, stabbing / wakes every day, knowing / she’s a destroyer. She regrets.”
of wars and divorce
by Dario Cvencek
“we deem some children’s deaths more tragic than others.”
gunning it
by Dario Cvencek
“you do not need a gun”
two poems
by Zebulon Huset
“Eric would eventually be promoted to drive-thru— / one of the few teenagers content to make a buck / and not fuck off frequently enough to be fired…”
three poems
by Derek Dew
“When memory is stuck / and has no place to go / it becomes a glass shard / dropped in a clear green sea…”
valërea ing in the crabapple orchard
by Zev Levinson
“Valërea Ing gives up on singing Ducks beneath enamelled symphonies Dreams of a village on the far-off mountain And forgets she dreams a thing”
five poems
by Charlotte Cosgrove
“There’s more forest fires somewhere else (phew, not here) / More crazy scientists warning of ecological collapse – / The consequences are dire, we need to act now.”
five poems
by Adrian Frey
“Apple seeds line the altar in the empty church, / Down the one lane dirt road, / They do not grow Shulamite.”
two poems
by Terry Ann Wright
“…we wove a snare. we became / our own noose. o we aver / sour & we savor mourn. we / see moon & we become omen.”
cigarette girl at the horseshoe
by Mandie Lopatka
“you are who my heart can hold / like a penny or an aspirin in my vase of violets / a blank universe that makes me the star / a mirror image I don’t recognize…”
out of joint
by Philip Venzke
“Finally, / to blow this pitiful joint, / I fused into water / and escaped / down the drain.”
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by John Jeffire
“…bend suppliant / to the shadow…”
confessions
by John Jeffire
“She looks at him as he looks out the kitchen window into the evening darkness. She does not think of whose pain she would be easing.”