by Matthew Wimberley Just beyond the yard crushed snow left in the shape of craters, grass shoots poking through discarded bones.
by Sal Christ And Chicago seems a long, far ways away to travel to or to love
by J. Scott Brownlee Where can I rest the brief weight of my life except deep in this green, gridded mesh of clover & choke-weed
by Liuyu Chen a cloud holding painful rain waiting for the lightning
by John Bennett ... Ask the creamer about our ancestor’s first gathering, a time when things were far from dishwasher safe.
... I am not the only one who is starving in the sea.
"All Through the Dark Night of Your Human Life" by Lisa K. Buchanan & "Activity" by Paul Beilstein
by Inci Atrek & Alper Atrek "Do we really have to go home?”
Not the heart, he says. Not beauty, but what it points toward. Then quiet. Then we stand there.
Like Dickinson or Celan, Pizarnik’s late poetry knows no waste. Her poems are carefully crafted jewelry hanging from a thread of silence; any ornament or...
The staff of Issue 51 is proud to announce our 2013 contest winners.
Issue 50 contributor John Nieves’s first book, Curio, has won the Elixir Press Annual Poetry Award Judge’s Prize. “Elegy on an Epigraph” is part of...