New Poems Faye Kicknosway The Cheer Knocked Out of It I’m about to wrap myself not in a book but in—one after the other—movies— a form of cataract— of Mother Sereda washing all the color out my mood elevated from scabrous to chloroformed. Technicolor, black and white— sanitized by repetition— for example: Billie Holliday gets…

faintly it echoes inside head Nicholas Alti three mile tentaclepushes inside my mouth makes me smilei smile now stars are dead fishswimming in dark                                                              …

from “Ornithoncology” B.J. Best These geese on the water doing all their stupid flapping. Exercise would be good for you, you say. You run four miles a day. I ran for mayor of my heart and lost. But the streets are clean there, the schools good, the taxes low. I pause before I enter the city hall of our bedroom, but…

In Poland, Once Marc Alan Di Martino Temporarily yours this endless blue,these headless chickens, the chipped coffee cupon the kitchen table. What lasts foreverbut the stench of burning horsehair or the soundof a boot grinding your great-grandfather’s cheekto the ground, outside the ruined stable?         © 2019 Marc Alan Di Martino ≡≡≡≡≡…

Yes, #MeToo Carol Lynne Knight but, not the details —as I keep stallingin the middleof that paragraph. what I didn’tknow at 13 —my young confusions —my eyes fallen shut. it was virginal,vaginal,& a single tearthat caught& splayed acrossmy left cheek. the kitchen floor,hard & gritty,a dusty noodleunder the stove. © 2019 Carol Lynne Knight  ≡≡≡≡≡…