Jeff Bagato – Contesting the Homeland

Contesting the Homeland                           En pointe, à pied,                                        the soldiers pirouette                                                        across no man’s land,                               cutting entrechats over barbed                wire loops and the remains                                             of comrades potted deep                                                              in mud;                               his foxhole abandoned              and gaping clear, that one                                        saddest private took the barbs                                                    with a grand jeté;                                 arms curling his head,                  he joined the ballerina                                           battalion— […]

Francine Witte – Map of Me

Map of Me Let’s start by saying this isn’t a map you’d fold up in a glove box or pull up on a GPS. And maybe it’s not a geography anyone wants to travel. I mean, hell, some days, even I don’t. It’s just that I started drawing it one night after too many glasses […]

Gail Wronsky – A non-binary person walked by

A non-binary person walked by                                    for Marlena Dalí And I thought of my daughter, I mean my child. And of my breasts, which protrude in a superfluous fashion, and of my make-up, mask of an aging drag queen. And I felt ridiculously out-of-touch. A woman gets tired of impersonating a woman, like keeping the front […]

Dana Jaye Cadman – Gifts

Gifts dad had a kandinsky print called pink sweet hanging in the downstairs bathroom| i asked him why the triangles were all over the place| dad had a cancer| a tumor painted on his lung and brain| on one birthday he gave me a dictionary| and another| a map| what are you looking for| i […]

Marsha de la O – What It Sounded Like on The Way to Calvary

What It Sounded Like on The Way to Calvary                                                  after Bruegel Sparrows bathing in puddles As the sun passes behind a cloud The scrape when the wheel heaves On its wooden pin Slough brimming Gold roof of water, plash of bare feet Her blue shift hitched up Baby sister milking their mother, jaw pulsing These […]