Michelle Penn – augury

          inside stairwells                       girls flock                                   kicking off                       their shoes           school uniforms morph                       to plastic plumage           beak-masks elastic                       bird-feet                                   discarded                                               in a heap                                                                       (undressed triangles                                                            of orange felt                                                                        muted)                                   skin strafes cement                       words pass                                               (secret rules                                                            piling up like                                               eggshells)                                   their calls           echo off the steps         they take                       each other’s soundings                                                            (strokes of                                                                        kind fury)                                   learn to […]

Alan Semerdjian – The Good Light

The Good Light Our love cupped like water in palms, we search for the day’s first words. Paree looys, I whisper to my son, and then ​good light, the cart that follows the mare over hillside rake. In this early country of understanding, he thinks of what it means to be right first, and the […]

Karoline Schaufler – Pearls on a Branch

Pearls on a Branch I grew up moving in small forward bursts like an ornate squid. Rubbing my head on rough walls in an attempt to whittle it aerodynamic. Appearing to occasionally burble a word that means “equal,” or “inferior,” or “not me.” A broken string of puckered pearls in my left hand at all […]

Cliff Saunders – The Small Country

The Small Country We are pleased to announce that of course we follow the sun into its sea of remembrance. These days, we scale the depths of our presidents’ gardens but not our neighborhoods. Look how far we’ve wandered off while violent playthings grow. We are a small country with upside-down trees. All in all, […]

kerry rawlinson – Ghazal for Running Away from the Circus

Ghazal for Running Away from the Circus When truth rejects speech, flee. The sentence for mute belief is steep. Risk is highwires without nets, just like belief. It’s a bestiary with no feeding tent; a lament of clowns; a sham. I’m a flying trapeze of belief. The circus breaks you. Makes you ache to see […]