Nancy White
traveling out the last horse
hooves clang their bone on
frozen ground the broken the angle
of its beautiful wet eyes
Casey Smith
caution tape tied upside down
and smiling in the wind.
it’s one a.m. and the building is breathing.
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Brooke Schifano
Look, when the Heron flew over the bridge and I felt its big wing a foot from my face, I had to
check my phone to see what it meant. I don’t know how to start a sourdough loaf any more than I
can shoot my dinner.
Matthew Medendorp
Sometimes in the Mornings, Instead of Writing Poems
I Rock Gently With My Son, Gently With My Son
Casey Killingsworth
Most of my father’s hearing was lost to a war he’s still
fighting, and the rest he surrendered to indefensible time.
Chris Huntington
Is it always a gateless gate, an unmarked path— Is
it all waves and gyre, or sometimes solid?
Allison Pitinii Davis
for safe keeping, empty the architecture on the next
generation: U P T O W N: the letters