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…”
five sonnets
by Rodrigo Toscano
“Ok, why not, bring on the asteroid / Gotta start—or end, somewhere.”
five poems
by Mitch Christensen
“Route A./ There’s / a woman. Her close-cropped hair / glistens in the soft yellow light as she talks / about a flight she must take…”
two poems
by Nick Power
“We are precious, / our dreams are precious, / we’ll dream them together, as the dream / of each other. ”
five poems
by Jones Irwin
“Muerte la inteligensia! Viva la muerte! at Salamanca / Deep song of the duende”
feral
by Emma Wells
“Here, stillness reigns. / Irritation stops.”
three poems
by Steven M. Smith
“They had to accelerate after work . . . away / from their frowning houses, where their spouses / perspired and sighed into pots of soup and laundry bins.”
three poems
by henry 7. reneau, jr.
“a euphor/oxia of osmotic diss- / combobulation it can happen / now !! to you / is only amerikkka as usual (hear no/ speak no / see no evil) / a racial diss- / equilibrium of gunshot / splayed”
two poems
by Sharon Weightman Hoffman
“like many people, I have hated mimes / with their white faces and quizzical eyebrows, / leaning into the wind or trapped / in invisible boxes.”
two poems
by Sumayya Arshed
“the car hums like a throat clearing before confession, / fear sits beside her, always by her side, / palpable as sweat sinking into vinyl seats…”
two poems
by Len Kuntz
“…when it hugs you pats your back says Son you’re a tall bastard now that laugh again his new set of eyes nearly as black as the ants that danced throughout our home the ones that still come looking.”
four poems
by a.d.
“Having sated his calling, the prostitute / returns under the first blush / of dawn, & in the vestry smothers / his hard-earned holiness.”
these maggots
by Dihya Ammar
“their eyes were on us like maggots on bodies feasting on our fester.”
five poems
by Clay Waters
“How do we do it / messing up our very first garden, / embarrassments / buried in squared-off corners, / forebears crucified on palm frond, / thorny warnings…”
two poems
by Mykyta Ryzhykh
“When I buried you the oceans didn't move however / When I buried you it didn't rain and nothing changed / When I buried you I realized that you still hear and even breathe”
pascal’s death
by Nick Power
“Pascal’s death was a cliffhanger / merciful and swift like the maintenance train / the Kinsellas got him – / one in the ear one in the eye, like Morningstar / he lay there outside The Blood Tub / beneath flashing Bass / a contented Sealion…”
five poems
by Andi Horowitz
“…my son / Do I miss him / and not know what is missing / Is he disappearing / Or am I”
five poems
by Robert Sheppard
“…nature’s resonating chamber / perfectly formed and moulding pure / breath / into a song that will never die – / honed by judgement / of restraint / and extension, phrasing / speech into song / Stardust!”
three poems
by Mark McConville
“The glow / The gleam / The light that cuts through the darkness…”
three poems
by Geoffrey Aitken
“it was said his hat rested / on the hook by the door. / convenience, / might have been why.”
five poems
by Emma Johnson-Rivard
“We were abandoned to our mantras. / You know, like a bomb.”