Author Archives: Editor

Ann K. Schwader Apocalypse Swap Apocalypse was simple once. A phone the shade of midnight sunrise rang somewhere in Washington or Moscow, & the moan of missiles filled our momentary air to bursting with their urgency. One flashbefore the sirens’ … Continue reading →

R. Nikolas Macioci If Aliens Arrive Tonight Out where dandelions grow in the field and wildflowers break under cattle hooves, just this side of an ominous woods, the ship presses landing legs into soft soil. A radiant, blue aura surrounds … Continue reading →

Carmen Lucia Alvarado (Translated by Toshiya Kamei) The astronaut poet soars through silent streets at dawn at the height of rooftops crosses the immense translucent night and unveils the anguish of his mind he feeds on the mist of dreams … Continue reading →

Alexandria Baisden  The Scarecrow’s Lover My lover blossoms from the soil every year Velvet ivy twists up and c r a w l s around my applewood shoulders When he kisses me, my yarn mouth blooms with nectar Mossy palms cradle peony … Continue reading →

Bryanna Licciardi This is How You’re Dealing Her aggression has spread to the doctors who now refuse to speak to her directly, for fear of those heavy words she swings. It’s been weeks since you found out, but you haven’t … Continue reading →

Kathleen S. Burgess Night in the Rainforest … the Final Identity has no Final Identity but is—as the swoop cry of some nameless Frogbird—whoopsing it up under a dark leaf in the jungle. …            —Allen Ginsberg, Ayahuasca III in Pucallpa: … Continue reading →

Luigi Coppola Ntil We begin with drawing a line as a 1-dimensional construct, from that conceptual scribble we turn and twist and tense into a circle, a 2D extension of that initial, limited plane. As we gaze through that, we … Continue reading →