This Is Your Underlife Patrick Cole Going west to see her, Xmas in the airport, movement, crowds refusing to coagulate, the airport, living within the petri dish under the microscope. People walking waiting, going on mindless errands, to the news stand, the rest room, the bar, tiny journeys within their journeys, trying to kill time….
It Was Animation, I Know Lenore Weiss Nested Structures Concentric rings settle on me. I am enclosed within a set of wooden dolls. I am trying to reach the smallest, the one that is not hollow. Bounciness I gauge my days according to how they start. Today a box of Cheerios spills on…
Two Poems Elizabeth Kate Switaj Fire Flowers in the Lagoon turn my flesh into flowers burning in the cities of night let there be something beautiful in the chaos of you love me not, of what was tested on Bikini Atoll now a martini’s name, made with pandanus in Uliga let me breathe saltpeter &…
Emily and Big-Headed Anna Stephanie Dickinson Emily and Big-Headed Anna * 1927. There in the dawn after milking I discover Anna, my husband’s sister, bent over the hay manger. Her big head’s covered by a hat the color of a song sparrow or a cloud of road dust. Mouth ajar as if a pasture gate’s…
Veer-Off Steven Ray Smith The lights were purple, harlequin, and orange but they did not mean stop, or slow, or go like all the traffic signals I had known since outgrowing gibberish times when foreign everything went in and out my mouth and colors flashing beyond the window were jellies blinking to be eaten. On…
