Category Archives: Poetry

Simon Perchik * You gargle the way each morning trusts the soft rustle from a dress becoming dirt, set out on foot looking for her in shadows that no longer move though the sink is covered with something weak making … Continue reading →

Seth Jani Images I found a father who sings In the changeless light. I found a son with two torn-out heart strings. In the old wind a young bird Is taking shape With twin eggs burning in his throat. On … Continue reading →

Lana Bella scotch whisky two cupfuls of scotch on the table: yours was plain dark caramel, mine, pale and reckless on the rocks outside the window your upturned face stitched planets and stars where the night sky opened and closed … Continue reading →

Janet Ruhe-Schoen Deadman’s Float Arms rigid in front of us, hands clutching tombstone-shaped floatboards, faces in water, we tried not to let the burning chlorine of the Jewish Community Center pool in. Poolside, our mothers chatted complacently, observing our Deadman’s … Continue reading →

Christiaan Sabatelli Calla Lily Now he, who is tender when he harvests the field, reaches for his lover with cracked hands; calloused skin against smooth. And she, skin the mango color of her country, pulls him against the dusky warmth … Continue reading →

Seth Jani Populating the Dark Kami, like light or pollen, Renegade music at the forest’s edge, Are always showing In the bleared treetops, In the cosmonaut’s dreams. They are ruptures in the casual routine, Sleights in the daily business, Sudden … Continue reading →

Chloe N. Clark & Other Ways to Read the Dirt What have we done to one another what grievances have we let seep into the soil. We dig our fingers into the ground as if we wish to tear out … Continue reading →

TR Dillon apparition in place of dreaming a black noose slips into my right eye it sways to a melody it says some day you will wake up to a real lynching past the back fence a black tire swings … Continue reading →

Babo Kamel Desire She’s showing leg, hoisting her skirt until the black garter tongues at the hem— a flicker of silk, humming, humming in the bones. She’s calling the way the dead call to each other when they discover how … Continue reading →