i fill the house with candles, the flames sit next to each other.
Rough, dry hands pull at our necks, our expanding skirts. They tug at the flowerbeds below, sweet and thick, unreleased. Nourishment, a cloud-blanketed sun. We stay in bed like lettuce. We soak heat like a sponge, till we’re too heavy to float. Our loneliness is irony, swollen with greedy buds. Tasting, crunching the earth like… Continue reading “Wet” by Jen Knox
It took us close to an hour, but I managed to knock the bat to the floor with the broom, causing a slapping sound that made my stomach tighten. Emily covered the animal with an upside-down garbage bin, which I then pushed, slowly, out the door and onto the side porch. We heard the bat… Continue reading “Brick” by William Bradley
One Maria orders decaf, the others café con leche. One Maria speaks Portuguese, another Italian, another Spanish, another English. One Maria left her firstborn son in Peru. Another Maria was infertile until her fifth IVF treatment. One Maria has a boy and a girl. One Maria has a dog, whom she calls baby girl. One… Continue reading “One Maria, Two Maria, Three Maria, Four” by Catherine Prescott
It’s always Night, otherwise we wouldn’t need light. —Thelonious Monk How easily these poets are fooled “wait for the light” they are told that far-away light speeding across the sky just wait, it will be here soon like the anticipated glory of thick volumes like whatever applause sounds like from Beyond wait for it it… Continue reading “The Night Sky” by Dan Wilcox
Victorio Reyes is an activist and poet living in Albany, NY. He holds an MFA degree from The Vermont College of Fine Arts and teaches poetry classes at Siena College. His poems are forthcoming or have been published in the Acentos Review, Mobius, Word Riot, and the anthology It Was Written: Poetry Inspired by Hip… Continue reading “Telegraphing” by Victorio Reyes