Arthur Vogelsang – Envoy

Envoy Raised a level far beyond my abilities I have to meet an African king Of a decently powerful country tomorrow. Just time to eat, sleep, and dress— No time to shop for him. I’ll be alone on the small swift plane Except for my guard, a bed, and my gift For the king. I […]

Lynne Thompson – They

They I was a married woman, silent as a stone in water but not too old to dream of the flaring of my womb, the rigid of my jaw bone.                       ♒︎ How can I explain to you: my skin, leather black with time, sashayed through a room of daggers. Hard to picture those sweet boys, […]

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 […]