By: Dick Altman Northern New Mexico The day lightning rode clouds from one end of the horizon to another / was the day we in high country...

By: Paul Doty Love licks the morning star, illuminates a life where you feel a voice. A rock and roll trope, a bell very early Sunday...

By: Kathleen Holliday Coven of One She laughed when called a water witch, and yet, my mother, a y-shaped stick in her hands, divined...

By: Isaac Salazar incisivus for a seed ever hear of a man’s siren call? in the fields of yellow embrace, petal works and such, touched by...

By: C. Eliot Mullins I was there when he died smoothing thinned hair against his spotted scalp He could not speak by then. They say lung...

By: Mikal Wix Her pupils receded into distant stars, pinpoints, divine and deep in their retreat— and her skin seethed with sweet ice...

By: Kurtis Ebeling Lying in Bed A thin shade glows with a pale yellow, draped softly over panes of glass. Irises drain quietly inward,...

By: George Perreault infrasonic we assume silence to be nothing though the deep basins ring with their hidden acapella and across the...

By: Paul Ilechko A vanished sun stained the roughness of their hands as you turned to the door blue against the red brick of the wall ...

By: Alexander Lazarus Wolff The sakuras blossom as I pass. Each cherry- colored bud flourishing like the unfolding of a Japanese fan. The...

By: Corinne Hughes Ode to the Line from here to there distance imagined ...

By: Patrick Wilcox Six killed in interstate chain pileup outside Flagstaff We spent entire lifetimes wondering what wounds looked like...

By: Anicca Maleedy-Main Dusk A mind like trouser dust and bones that catch the light through gaps in vision, flow of days. Chinks in...

By: M.E. Walker Common Courtesy Did you hold the door Open for me just now? I’m afraid it’s hard To tell on account of your Staring off...

By: Jessica Rigney With Error You’ll not wish to read these lines For the starlings which have flocked to them And set up chittering atop...

By: Kate Adams Hard Winter In the woodshed, splitting up their winter wood, he stops a moment, lays the axe aside. A film of sweat forms...

By: Paul Brooke Smoldering Ekki er sopi∂ káli∂ pótt í ausuna sé komi∂: There’s many a slip between cup and lip. Rust-orange and...

By: Emily Boshkoff The first time I met my wife she told me she had the worst luck of anyone she knows. Later, shivering on the sidewalk...

By: Adriana Stimola You are always exploding, unseeable, coming together, something new, knowable, for now: looming, lined with God’s...

By: Temple Cone Peregrine peregrine in its stoop radially shearing light ...

By: Tamara Kreutz There is no stopping this slow ebbing, no way to turn back the clock. The forces of gravity are invisible and...

By: Robert Eugene Rubino with apologies to T.E. Lawrence Poets must seek out and cultivate their contradictions -Orson Welles I. Be...

By: Diane Rosen Listen Listen. The wind won’t stop blowing. Pollen particles settle on cars, in nostrils. Gossamer clouds drift above....

By: Claire Van Winkle The Edge As I lay in bed suffering the injury of flu you leaned over me, armed with a damp cloth, your thin fingers...