What Survived the Wash: Sapphic Fragments Austin Sanchez-Moran Orchard In the city Nibbling indifference Just Black but blue Flames plural Plums The loss of a parasol © Austin Sanchez-Moran ====== Austin Sanchez-Moran has an MFA in Poetry from George Mason University. He now works as Education Coordinator…
Two Poems Lauren Carpenter I Thought I Could Be Somebody Else Ruler snaps on my desk: ——————–I am not a stick ——————–beating the chain-link. Not a power plant arcing with blue light. ———-I am probably a dahlia with a face like an empty plate, who does not have the words to claim ———-“I am wild.”…
The Cinema Scene on John’s Shoe Christine Brandel Cut to this: you and I have dropped off the grass and melt into the water Jesus walked near. Our bodies are rich and warm like coffee milk that rings your mouth without your knowing it. John, you and I are things that are poured down throats….
Gramps Chris Bullard backed us from the dinner table puffing dentures past lips click-clacking false choppers like a machine gun strafing jungle. Hard-edged predator age an eon said he’d snatch our noses float them as trophies in his bedside water glass where he stashed that removable grin. We held ears against their chatter but images…
Dam Melissa Helton The flood happened so gradually we just learned to walk home the other way. Everything was water. Dreams about dolphins meant we were unoriginal and liars. Handprints of white flour on her navy blue apron looked like octopus. Besides, what are the whispers of the cloistered worth? The paperboy on his bicycle…
