Deer Headed Kings

Tanner S. Abernathy

Deer Headed Kings


On clear evenings

up the forest trails

winding out a valley

are the tombs of the Deer Headed Kings.


Tonight the moon rises behind a red maple.

Tonight the stars bathe the air in stellar light.

In a clearing of pine needles and leaves


Straw Man

Yilin Wang

Straw Man


You stab my burlap face with needle and thread,

sew a crooked grin, forcing me to flaunt

a poor replica of your cosmetic smile.

Two buttons give me foresight.

Two pipe cleaners bent down

for eyebrows, perpetually angry.

Ropes move like puppet strings, pinning

me to a […]

Ask for Rabbit


Katharyn Howd Machan

Ask for Rabbit


He knows this place.

He knows which boats will sink

and which will stay afloat—awhile.

He still cooks his own conch chowder

from some of the cans that survived.

Green rain he says with a smile

I remember it blowing sideways.

Somehow he set up […]

Introduction to Issue 61 Poetry

Holiday greetings to all and a wish for a Happy New Year!

In the spirit of the season, the slate of poems opens with my donated contribution, “Ursa Major” by John C. Mannone (Niota, TN), a subverted sonnet, which was a fun to write. Hopefully it will provide enjoyment on several levels.

I find it […]

The Volume of the Universe

Jennifer Crow

The Volume of the Universe

For Jon

You asked me to find the volume of the Milky Way—

it took a whole page in my notebook, while you meditated

on the glories of frozen yogurt and geometry. I sketched

the boundaries of knowledge, the curves that hold us



Patrick Doerksen



So much noise—like we think to hold up heaven

with pillars of nonsense sound.

Every feast, we gather what silence

we can, press it into wine, hold it up

for the spirits who court our own, for revelries

of revelations in the hallways forever

in rays of sun, or in […]

Cataclysm Days: A Dispatch from the Interior Highlands

Charles Von Nordheim

Cataclysm Days: A Dispatch from the Interior Highlands


Some crisis reports commented on speech emitted by stones and clay and mud

One ignores the terrain when it complains like one ignores falling frogs from thin air

We would have followed this standard practice if left in our old shapes

But […]

Two Androids, Learning to Be Human, Visit the Water Star

Stuart Greenhouse

Two Androids, Learning to Be Human, Visit the Water Star


The capsule hovered over Tolstoj Crater

at just the point of parabolic focus.

The scholar said to her two pupils “See,

there is no regolith, the solar wind

strips all soft matter off the planet’s surface,

ionosphere or no; that’s why,


The Detective, Years After

Chloe N. Clark

The Detective, Years After


Missing women often appear

to me in dreams, always asking


the same questions: why it was her

that I had found instead of them,

why she was the one brought home


alive, fighting

the twisting, a rush

that crept up through her body.



Déjà Voyage

Catherine Moore

Déjà Voyage

I opened the front door to find a mermaid standing on my stoop, her carved body painted an aged teal green like the haint color used on the thresholds of Caribbean cottages. Under the protruding scales on her tail, paint had mottled away and wood grain showed through. […]