He set down my cup, showing me coffee trees,/ Corpus Christi costumes, the totora boats/ drying upward to the sky, the salt collectors/ in the Sacred Valley, sand.
Author: Daniel Nester
Essayist, journalist, poet, editor, and teacher.
“So Now You Have To Write About the Dead Pheasant” by Karen Skolfield
You point to the pheasant. She’s sad, too. You’re both sad together.
“Breaking the Fall” plus two poems by Taylor Mali
But all he wants to know, my gorgeous lover of words,/dirt, puddles, and the sky, is why I “broke” his fall at all
“At The Casino” by Olivia Dunn
Rogers had to sing that very song over and over and over again for the rest of his life at every casino across America. Doomed to experience his own success, forever.
“Lipstick for Your Vagina Is an Actual Thing Now” by Nicole Steinberg
The members of my online poetry workshop gear up to discuss sexual assaults of yore
“Everywhere” by Sarah Browning
This is where, in the poem,/I say that I am descended/from these motherfuckers
Three Poems by JC Reilly
A Ferret, a Stoat, and a Polecat//go into a bar. Wait, it isn’t that kind/of poem.
“Bad News” by Amy King
She doesn’t know what the snow does/ to her pipes. But you do.
“A lot of corny shit is true”: An Interview with Jaime Fountaine
There are as many ways to grow up as there are people, which is what makes these individual coming-of-age stories infinitely interesting and relatable.
Three pieces from “skirt disaster” by Marina Blitshteyn
i loved my young life once. it thrummed with inner mischief, some transgressions maybe but all tongue, all textures, all translated through that funnel in my head.
