“The folding mirror: In which a skull’s eye sockets gleam, / And you can pour blood over it.”
By Jaydn DeWald
“he’s sure the romance will return / someday in a sweep of cheatgrass cloud- / shadows drifting over his open palms but then / where will his kids be”
By Don Hogle
“Anything / that can, will divide, double and / eventually become a rain”
By Rina Terry
“welded one thing to another / as though I had a plan, an idea, a goal, / as though any of the pieces of my life // had connected in certain identifiable / completion.”
they say I was born fanged & feathered like / no child from heaven should be. a miracle // that when I lost those teeth I became human.
All meal long, the brain tucked in its dome and the heart cubed, / presented on six white plates.
By Gina Fuchs
my father ran / into the water and i went behind him / into the water too then yelled i can’t swim, / i still can’t swim. it sounds like bodies, / the rain slapping the water so hard.
By Todd Smith
“where women with aspirations / spread salve onto the muscles // of grown men they call Baby, / where bean walkers piss steam // into the last half-hour before / dawn”