Northern Mockingbird Rae Hoffman Jager That one bird, the one that sounds like a broken bicycle tire—visible for only the brief moment mom leans her head back to exhale an extravagant billow of smoke. The bird with the legs of two aluminum nails. The bird we watch together from the porch, mom’s hands the…
I let them drift away Andrew P. Dillon ———I apologize for ———the eyes in my head. ————Yusef Komunyakaa The more I learn about brains, the less I trust them. They make a lot of decisions about what you see without consulting you. They’re trying to save you the pain of not knowing, so maybe…
Cold Spark John Michael Mouskos Eye with red optic nerve short circuited in flame fire, bleeds pale grey, rejecting watercolor. Eye released from eye socket transplanted from donor. Red dot, blue square, anatomy of a Sun God. Eye in body of God walking at 10 paces wearing leather shoes—may as well be walking in my…
Africa Safari Journal (in Haiku) (with Footnotes) Mindela Ruby Sossus Lodge Deadvlei at sunset Yelping jackal crosses dunes The Milky Way1 wows 1 Earth’s galaxy home, strikingly visible in the Namibian desert night sky. Mowani Mountain Camp Reimvasmaaker2 guide Rosey-Face Love Birds in flight Scattered boulder crags 2 Member of South African tribe…
How a Woman Kisses a Ghost She Knows Tricia Knoll I approach this as any woman might, a bit virginal. Palm to palm, a forehead nod as if the Buddha waits. Expect no cheek offered. Go lipstickless. Print no more red marks on the dead. Do not force another mitzvah…
