Toward Openness Bound in red fir, the fragrant breath of a Central Valley As they say breadbasket, an open data, Bound in headwaters, the Mokelumne, the San Joaquin. The bottomlands. Eggs … [Read more...]
Three poems by Bailey Grey
reflections by naming an ocean / we shrink it / it gains sharp edges and an orientation / (who decided that north means up?) we are like reflections in spoons / (cotton balls and lighters) … [Read more...]
Four poems by Allan Graubard: For Steve Dalachinsky, Ira Cohen, and Ronnie Burk
I am reading Lundkvist's dreams when he was in a … [Read more...]
Three poems by Constance Bacchus
helen imagines she is cailleach on a snowed in Thursday wears a wig of stiff twigs glasses, holding the sun hat, a lot of makeup or none she has a feather brown flying coat rainbowed scarf, … [Read more...]
Two poems by Lynne Schmidt
When My Sister Calls My sister calls to ask me “Why would my dog be bleeding from his mouth?” She asks me because I am a dog person. She asks me because I have a degree in medical biology … [Read more...]
Three poems by María C. Domínguez
A house with two cats I have come here thinking it was a home, a release even if rented and the landlord is loud and flirts too much. I took two aeroplanes, two red buses, climbed a mountain … [Read more...]
Two poems by Candice Kelsey
like a collapsed lung A poem walks into a pandemic and starts tearing up its lines to make medical grade masks tossing its punctuation tiny prayers darkening the emptiness between its … [Read more...]
Two poems by German Dario
food the border is not a lava vein the wind will tell you that a pencil line insults crisp white paper when used to divide the border is a butterfly's torso a wave's dance as it … [Read more...]
Two poems from Stilled Somewhere Possible by Cheryl Pallant
English Refrains Pine, ginko, and chestnut complement the land Talk, discussion and argument volunteer time Ask to establish … [Read more...]
Three poems by Zach Linge
First Week Without You Vintage and rented books stacked beside my pillow, boxers knotted around my calves, asphyxiated by my sweater midday, I’m sorry: I have found without you the bed … [Read more...]
Three poems by Erin Russell
Harlingen Dis(a)sembled i. the way their mother said values— and blond kids scowled, they were suspicious behind thatched thighs: our kiss on the pier travelling north of Amsterdam, out … [Read more...]
Three poems by Elizabeth Threadgill
You Plucked Bees from My Hair like vibrating seeds each tells a secret the trees are singing the rabbits are drumming the squirrels are screaming while the mower runs in circles your … [Read more...]
Two poems by Robyn Pickens
Ida / Ajna My grandmother is a psychic channel / is an aquatic plant / is a lotus flower / is Padma / is the purple luminescence of the moon / is the seed syllable OM / is the supreme sound of the … [Read more...]
Three poems by Tasha Cotter
Incarnadine The word a color of flesh— a tongue, Rough skin, the inside of your cheek. We’ve all dreamed in those shades Of red and pain. Wake up – you were Calling out in your sleep. The soft … [Read more...]
Two Collaborative Poems by Danielle Rose and Bailey Grey
bootcfg /rebuild i have to believe i am pulses counting to one / & so i imagine the damage a pair of wire-cutters could inflict / because i have been told the mind is a processor / & so i … [Read more...]
Two poems by Alexus Erin
And So I missed autumn: it ran past me. The leaves and feathers, elms and erins built themselves an island coastline of useless request: asking the people we love to account for their … [Read more...]
Notes on Three Lost Poems by Gregory Corso
In a life of wide and restless travels, Gregory Corso produced six collections of poetry, together with a handful of plays and a novel, but left trailing in the wake of his urgent journeys an unknown … [Read more...]
Two poems by Carson Faust
[As described by settlers in the early 70s]: [My parents and grandparents were not from this area.] Call me home. However many mothers ago. It only hurt when they unstitched the skin, right? … [Read more...]
Three poems by Mickee Cheung
Ode to growing tomatoes These days, it seems all I do is tend to this garden and feed this dog they’ve left me and made me walk and pick shit up after and dote on. The children, they don’t … [Read more...]
Three poems by Taylor Byas
Disciplinarian I. In the closet, racked in line for picking, belts molder and shed in leather scabs; in hand, they crack like reins. On their legs and backs, the brand of a coachman shows … [Read more...]
