Alicia Rebecca Myers – Air
Air I almost named my son after Amelia Earhart. I admire how Earhart is pronounced like the sky she flew in, and not the way it looks, like the organ of hearing. At the audiologist, after my sudden deafness, certain words sounded muffled, so that here became there, and throw, with its lightness, became stow. […]
Michael Montlack – Marie Curie’s Notebooks Are Still Radioactive
Marie Curie’s Notebooks Are Still Radioactive Maybe it’s an eternal way of saying Keep Out! Hasn’t she already given us enough? In Florence, Galileo’s middle finger remains under glass. I admire the pluck. His. And those curators. Especially if they aimed it toward the Vatican. All this reminds me of the guy who designed the […]
Jeffrey Little – Low Tide and Maybe a Marathon Under
Low Tide and Maybe a Marathon Under The surface of any water is a lie. I put on an Elmo Hope tune, with Frank Foster. Low Tide. It seems it’s possible to drown at Rikers Island, years after you’ve been released. Think of this as time travel. Right now, I’m tired of coughing, so I’ve […]
Marilyn A. Johnson – Ghost House
Ghost House not even Chardon technically but the outskirts beyond the sign the higher speed limit if you know where to turn along this stretch of highway a dirt road cut between banks of earth past meadow grass to our rental a farmhouse where somebody died root cellar shelves bowed with jars of yellowish fruit […]
Sara Backer – Ragged Red Line
Ragged Red Line after “Ballroom in an air raid” by William Nicholson If I had more rodent in me, I could feel safe underground shielded from hawks. My birds of prey are not bomb droppers, but my broken immune system clawing and pecking inside my body’s basement. I see the ragged red line on the […]
