Found Letter, Collaged Back Together Caroline Kessler It’s okay / you’re allowed to bee- line for the summer dawn / it’s a new era! they say Go ahead:::::::::: Sink into a wooden place you’ve invented, a redwood tub of warmth, surrounded by steam. You’re better this way, all your edges smoothed out Be grateful to…
from d r e a m e d, a dictionary Tori Grant Welhouse e • vis • cer • ate 1: She drew from her mouth, fletching down the arrow. 2: Letting go, the shot deprived the air of hesitation. 3: The strike point pierced the heart, lungs, inflating the woods with breath: woman, huntress….
Mythology Myron Michael (This is how Jesus met Diana at an existentialist park, as he was working to regenerate the wheel-chaired limbs of an amputee who, in figuring the moon, had felt the strident chords of her will before—wherewithal withstanding, a pentagon was erected right next to Diana’s temple as Jesus, with the wiredrawn hair…
Eating the Kitchen Sink David Welper Disconnect the image from the plumbing with a monkey wrench. Lift out of base, set aside. Now, relax for a moment. Once you have wiped the sweat from your forehead, slam image down on linoleum floor. (If the phone rings, answer it. It may prove useful later. If not,…
Two Poems Andrea Janelle Dickens Desert Lightning The air had a taste: light and sharp, closed and latched. It held tools to eat with. Looming big, purple with shadow Slim and rusty. So much color – purple and the sky so blue it hurt. Busted. Aubade The old dislike moved away and shied off from…
