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New from Nicole Desjardins Gowdy: "After His Death, I Search for My Father in Churches".
13/02/2025

New from Nicole Desjardins Gowdy: "After His Death, I Search for My Father in Churches".

I look for him in organ pipes and stained glass, in rigid pews and hymnals’ soft paper, in balconies and daises, in the smell of wood and the echo of my own footsteps, behind the confessional’s carved windows and in … Read More

New from Blair Benjamin: "‘Vocabularies, liturgy, phonology, and etymology’".
12/02/2025

New from Blair Benjamin: "‘Vocabularies, liturgy, phonology, and etymology’".

—from the Canki Sutta I would have myself say it gill-o-tin— as if expelled with bubbles from the breathing apparatus of a hardy American fish, throat full of water—but my bougie bent demands it be chopped short in the middle … Read More

New from Erin Murphy: "Napkin Parable".
11/02/2025

New from Erin Murphy: "Napkin Parable".

I was taught to tuck my napkin in my lap as soon as I’m seated. But at the Altoona diner where I eat most Tuesdays, a new server sees the bare flatware and brings another napkin. On her forearm: a … Read More

New from Lee Collins: "In Maine, A Park Ranger Tells Us that We are Experiencing Heavy Fog, Not Rain".
10/02/2025

New from Lee Collins: "In Maine, A Park Ranger Tells Us that We are Experiencing Heavy Fog, Not Rain".

I watch the way my dad eats his peach— unashamedly, right down to the prickly core. That’s one thing I’ve always admired: his lack of concern for how others perceive him. Channeling his nonchalance, I work my shirt over my … Read More

New from David Rosenthal : "Sick Time".
07/02/2025

New from David Rosenthal : "Sick Time".

She didn’t want to go to work that day. That is, more so than other days. She went of course. She couldn’t figure out a way to use an absence code for “discontent.” She couldn’t tell a lie, she never … Read More

New from Matt Cariello: "The Brown Sack".
06/02/2025

New from Matt Cariello: "The Brown Sack".

—after van Gogh, ‘Self Portrait with Pipe,’ 1886 each of us carries behind a long brown sack cinched tight filled with regret for whatever we can’t abide when the burden becomes too large to suffer lay it in the road … Read More

New from Rupert Fike: "Just After My Mumbled Lord’s Prayer".
05/02/2025

New from Rupert Fike: "Just After My Mumbled Lord’s Prayer".

But before the trance that is childhood sleep, laughter filtered back from the grown-ups playing cards in the living room, my grown-ups, their cadence of familiar voices like weights on my eyelids, some discussion of the last trick, what each … Read More

New from Seth Copeland: "Wake".
04/02/2025

New from Seth Copeland: "Wake".

Under an old coaling tower by track scars in Bartlesville we drink flame, dance out the last drop, then spit into a dirt circle. Nothing happens—too glossed to see any ghosts we bring, but we laugh all the same, that … Read More

New from Julian Koslow: "In the Archives of Enchantment".
03/02/2025

New from Julian Koslow: "In the Archives of Enchantment".

Once again, knowing I mustn’t overstay, jumpy as a burglar with an ear out for every upstairs thump, I’ve come. Porridge bowls, cracks browned first with use, and now longer disuse; the chairs, broken-legged, precarious; the quilts on the beds, … Read More

New from Melanie Perish: "Apparition at the Edge of the World".
03/02/2025

New from Melanie Perish: "Apparition at the Edge of the World".

Hawks cry. The penned dog barks. Breath breaks the bud of silence, and the murmur of leather on stone echoes my ordinary sorrow. Yesterday’s small cruelties are forgiven under weedy clouds that crest and fold like river waves. Last night, … Read More

New from Megan Eralie-Henriques: "Harriet".
03/02/2025

New from Megan Eralie-Henriques: "Harriet".

She is crawling in my womb, clawing for the exit. She chokes on the pill I swallow daily to lock her in. Tiny toes scrape at my walls, kick the breath out of me. Stubborn, like me, she is always … Read More

New from Kale Hensley: "Variations in Stain".
03/02/2025

New from Kale Hensley: "Variations in Stain".

I liked you best in red; your blush a sheer I could part and find, yes, not a window, but the night sky in a bowl which asked of me, drink with two hands. Harrow us, it begged in so’s, … Read More

New from Melanie Perish: "Hawks After Dawn".
03/02/2025

New from Melanie Perish: "Hawks After Dawn".

Hawks cry, hoarse edge splits sky and part the once-baled field spikey with ryegrass and timothy. They land on the cross beams of power lines, on the high masts of expressway lights, ignore the hard shells of cartops. Redtails scan … Read More

New from Franziska Roesner: "Face-Off".
02/02/2025

New from Franziska Roesner: "Face-Off".

or, Summiting Mount Pilchuck My bowl of ramen had a goofy face, chashu grinning up at me, squishy orange eyeballs framed by egg-white, no pupils, hair twirled around my chopsticks. I need to know: were the parked cars angry, and … Read More

New from Jill Michelle: "The Grammar of Safety".
02/02/2025

New from Jill Michelle: "The Grammar of Safety".

Avoid becoming an object especially the direct one. In the mother hit the child it’s safer to be the subject. If hit were a noun it might be a good thing, a top-ten tune home run swing, but here it’s … Read More

New from Carolyn Guinzio: "Coral".
01/02/2025

New from Carolyn Guinzio: "Coral".

Coral curled around coral, a cork- screw broken from what holds, from where it is held, broken from water, lifted from salt, washed up to a ledge on a ridge in the center of a mass of land where traces … Read More

New from Ken Craft: "Morning Reflections".
01/02/2025

New from Ken Craft: "Morning Reflections".

On morning walks, I’d see my nonagenarian neighbor on a small stool filling bird feeders with Nygerz or sunflower seed. She’d smile but not speak, blue veins and bony rake on the back of her hand clutching sweater to throat. … Read More

New from Dagne Forrest: "Four-Letter Words".
01/02/2025

New from Dagne Forrest: "Four-Letter Words".

A sudden rush of white wings over my head in the woods, an owl blithely signaling its presence, alighting on a branch mere feet in front of me, dark socketed eyes full of whatever I might choose to see or … Read More

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