Our family closet by Joan McNerney

Our family closet is full of cracked skulls beginning with nancy "mother's never going to be sick again --- see her steady hands" cured 20 times or take longislandexpressway aunt edna shock treatment in doctor's split level office cruel irish grandfather another lunatic who chose farming over teaching tripling size of fingers don't forget uncle... Continue Reading →

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Two poems by Mickey J. Corrigan

Sea Change When the red moon rises and tides rip the shoreline pukka shells are cast black pods and debris swept in with African winds, only then should you go out, walk to the bar barefoot long hair in your eyes long bone in your fist thighs rubbing like coins wide hips that sway like... Continue Reading →

Two poems by Michael Prihoda

trash to burn my father takes me to Edward Jones as we shop a home for what our grandmother left us. we contemplate what arboretum might grow about her memory, her stonework capsule. she could live on in the energy sector, perhaps international commerce, stowed in an eternal series of shipping containers. “technology’s a safe... Continue Reading →

Four poems by Marisa Silva-Dunbar

What you can’t keep I. If he wants you gone, you’ve been a grey lady before— you’ve been the ghost in other people’s bones. Become a whisper that echos at sunrise, a reminder of when he left. (you should’ve known better anyway.) II. And isn’t it better if he stays gone? You’ve been growing these... Continue Reading →

Two poems by Nadia Davi

Unauthorized, or “Any number above zero is too many,” she says There was the party my stepbrother threw the night his mom was at a conference and his friend who went looking for his “lost car keys” in my bed at 3 a.m. There was my second and last night working at a restaurant for... Continue Reading →

Two poems from Tom Snarsky

Maddening Indigo Love, like god, is the only thing With total power to squash All doubts that arise about It, so long as it continues To show itself through time And not retreat into some Overwhelming cave, where Thought or human feeling dare Not enter. Break a leg and Bring garlic for the vampires. When... Continue Reading →

Two poems from Don Kloss

From Sonora to M31 Near midnight After I slid cards into the mail box I stood on the sidewalk Looked up at the sky Not since nights spent years ago On a Mexican desert ranch Have the heavens looked so clear The planets and stars Such brilliant pin points There was a temporary calm A... Continue Reading →

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