from Against Middle Passages Steve Light toward the leaves toward the leaves keel-raced, hand over hand in the gauntlet of light tilled in the turning, to the tilling told in the root- ground, stemmed to turning, staved, against the bark in the stemmed light unthreaded a tattered sleeve hangs…
the whole world is wrinkled like elephant skin Aimee Herman analysis collects teeth from back-packed body, 243 breaths give off tragedy, 17 buttons anger hipbone, 52 collect pills and marriages, 444 curry lungs, 24 decipher the diameter of stains on sidewalk, 23 denim decides sex quotient, 8 dirty pieces of nothingness, 24 eat significance, 912…
Icehouse Sharon Coleman In a late June field, the lowering sun keeps western eyes low, bathes skin and darkens it, lightens a blue dress. Twenty paces from a dry Texas creek stands an icehouse, abandoned since the dawn of petrol’s rise, before atoms split. It leans, door ajar, boards bared and bleached by a heat…
How Can I Tell You About San Francisco? Siamak Vossoughi It’s very funny to even imagine it, Trudie. You ever laugh just from the size of something? I mean, you ever stand back and look at something, and from nothing else but the way you can’t put your arms around it, you ever just laugh? That’s how it…
Canis Lupus Astra Killian Czuba The dogs woke up before we did. “Dog.” That was the first word we learned to recognize. This planet has been our home for forty-nine years. We tell time by the calendars sent with us from home. Home. “America.” This is the second word we learned. The tapes and pictures…
