Whale Dreams

Christopher Collingwood

Whale Dreams

Music is the exhalation of emotion,a melody flowing between momentsseeping upon the edges of consciousness,like a scent rides upon memory.

We all hear it—the truth lingering in the quietness,            born in fragments of a nursery rhyme;a loneliness drifting upon a summer breeze,            searching for the fond days you no longer […]

writer in residence

Laura Theis

writer in residence

look up: here I am my lovecan you see me waving?no of course not all you see isa pale oval in your skybut remember it’s the only map you need to find me now

I write to you at least I tryblack ink on moonstonewhite chalk on lunar rockit’s […]

The Best Way I Can Explain It

Ana C. H. Silva

The Best Way I Can Explain It

is that there are no more magic shows. I watched them as a kid, sometimes all night, into the morning. The scratchy carpet, the rabbit-eared TV. The birds appearing in fists, just closed around a coin. I’d watch them without wanting to, […]

Supermassive

Robin Gow

Supermassive

What I have left to admit involves science:how black holes can eat each other.

            How two black holes can meet            over instant messenger and discover

they both know the same languageand are both lonely and are both

washing their sheet in water and are both worried that […]

Hellhound

Tim Kahl

Hellhound                 

I was damned by the pitches of the street vendors.They growled their medicine could bring a glimpse of the devil, so I got some and gave a little to the hellhound on my trail. That dog looked likeit had learned to take a beating, one leg shorterthan all the others. […]

Silk Road

Jennifer Crow

Silk Road

Who follows the road beyond the city?Ghosts whirling dust under sunset skiesand wizard-folk sweeping the bone-strewn pathwith the long hems of tattered robesstitched in tarnished sigils and scentedby skin and spice. The guilty creepthrough moonlit valleys, the hopeful hurryacross mountain passes, the lost gather berriesand mourn kin with their ancient […]

First Generation: The Miner Writes Home to His Grandmother Regarding His Upcoming Wedding

T.D. Walker

First Generation: The Miner Writes Home to His Grandmother Regarding His Upcoming Wedding

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Here there are hundreds                     not in part but the whole maybe thousands of things                 like a riveryou’d say no to, like me                      like sea billowsjust sitting here, waiting                     whatever my lotfor all the kids to […]

Voyage Season

Eva Papasoulioti

Voyage Season

There are travelers who come back. Not many, buthope bites through bones, and your bones were alreadyfrail, eaten by pesticides and acid rain. The world beyondour world is vast, takes sacrifice, cowardice and gritted teeth to see it.

            The first time we met, in your small garden, you […]

Where Once We Swam

Patricia Gomes

Where Once We Swam She sits cross-legged on hard-packed dirt, balancing a small clay bowl atop her burnt bald head. Her spine is rigid, her eyes closed. She opens her mouth to catch the overflow from the bowl, while praying ceaselessly for rain to gods without shape, without name, but the gods […]

Atlas of Guam

Peter Milne Greiner

Atlas of Guam

Ordinary dream: is it time to suspect this planet too is hollow and held

aloft by gods in beta or should I hold off for another twenty-nine thousand years

Spend the billowing

aurorae I want so badly in my lungs

Borrow against my better judgment […]