Christy Prahl
It starts in the throat,
sinker and rod
caught on a fish
Colette Cosner
Every couple of years she asks if I remember how the men
ran furious to drape her in wet towels
Alex Mouw
I asked HIM this
and like every self-important teacher HE did not answer but shrugged, smiling
as if to say, it's for your own good
Emily Stout
Our flowers love this, I’ll say as I pour them into
the window boxes. Later, he’ll rub my feet
and his fingers will feel like stars
Jennifer L. Hollis
These questions are silly
because of course I am standing on the ground
shouting up at an airplane.
Lauren Mallett
I bring my hand to the mic and think is this thing on?
Of course it is and what do I expect of them
Hailey Spencer
Last winter I said no to the rotten banana peels, no to Manhattan and yes to a job in Seattle I didn’t want anymore.
Zebulon Huset
Through the window the scuff-plastic rooster's thin dial skewers 0°
(a marshmallow over frozen firepit).