Distant Deaths of Galaxies

Ann K. Schwader

 

Distant Deaths of Galaxies

 

The distant deaths of galaxies

disturb the surface of our sleep,

disclosing cataclysms deep

& yet familiar. All of these

sad spirals with their energies

stripped off by darkness warn us: keep

what’s sacred secret. Safe. No cheap

diversions, shadow dives to ease

the pangs […]

On All My Planets at Once  

John Grey

 

On All My Planets at Once

 

A hand clutching a poison apple.

A skeletal tree.

Chilly, fructose-scented air.

A dragon’s tail and unicorn horn.

A sea of steam—the ripples rise.

Wildflowers waving in congress.

Castles sketched as a child,

now assembled in the mist,

giant turrets, circled by brown […]

The Patron Saint of Lost Causes

Chris Castro-Rappl

 

The Patron Saint of Lost Causes

Saint Jude watches a fly

crawling upside down on the ceiling

of his apartment in the warehouse district

on the flickering outskirts of heaven.

 

If he stands, he will be backlit

by his window, a wasting shadow

against the nimbus city.

So […]

*

Simon Perchik

 

*

 

Could be this mop shimmering

the way bottom stones are soothed

by streams smelling from volcanoes

 

and wood, though the floor

is burning your feet with moonlight

–could just as easily be this pail

 

circling for hidden leaks and seashells

scented with water, and the room

that […]

Archaeology

 

 

Shannon Connor Winward

 

Archaeology

Such secrets in your lust unearthed My skeleton made new beneath your hand Your discovery is my rebirth

I shiver away a blanket of dirt In your strong arms I yearn to stand These secrets with your touch unearthed

Years of winter and stillness disperse My tomb […]

thistles & weeds

Gretchen Tessmer

 

thistles & weeds

honeybees buzz and hum through lavender fields, making mischief from nothing while I dig deep for roots and other gnarled, twisted things

maid of spades and three-forked trowels seeking out old spells that I know haunt the bottom of these mucked and muddied weed beds, where

all my […]

The Kumiho Cooks Pajeon

Kelsey Dean

 

The Kumiho Cooks Pajeon

 

He expects me to know how to

fold plump stalks of green onion

into batter and light the fire, to cut

those milky-white cloves that sting

my nose, make me yelp, bare

my teeth. If I sink to all fours now,

I’ll be flame-colored frenzy

desperate […]

The Child, or the Tiger?

 

Thomas Locicero

 

The Child, or the Tiger?

 

It was the silence that made the strange fog

More menacing, and then it was broken.

A distant, then a not-so-distant, dog,

Then the first words—curse words—I heard spoken.

Collar tags, a chain, a frightening yelp.

Determined not to move, I held my breath

[…]

Thumbs

 

Alison Mcbain

 

Thumbs

 

sitting in the window,

she watches sun storms—

bluebottles suiciding valiantly

against their reflections

 

that night,

she sups from acorn caps

holds a grain of corn in two hands

gets drunk from a thimble

 

when put in a pocket

she fears the idle hand

the abyss […]

Circling the Moon

Jane Yolen

Circling the Moon

 

while sea gulls circle the moon

—Wendy Howe

 

 

Gulls circling the moon,

pull tides around their wings,

warm themselves in these colder times.

 

They will not drown in that Mare,

but where shall they feed?

There are no fish golden with crust.

 

Beaks […]