cold laps the shore
no choice but to step in
stride out, stake my place
transmute into tower
…
cold laps the shore
no choice but to step in
stride out, stake my place
transmute into tower
…
“This is what he signed up for,”
my mother says when
my brother graduates from West Point.
In Okinawa I made a fist and my fingers stuck together that stop over night my one stop before Danang, between…
Hurl of metal – iron, steel – as shrapnel,
as bail hail, as HE detonation, all
forged and spi…
Patrick Hicks: Brian Turner earned an MFA from the University of Oregon and taught English in South Korea for …
New Poem by Amalie Flynn: “Strip”
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New poem by Abena Ntoso: “Dear Melissa”
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New poetry by Luis-Lopez Maldonado: “Virus Como Chocolate” and “Pancho Villa, Cesar Chavez y Luis L…
to forget or not maybe to forget or not maybe to fight for memory or not i’m here i’m she lying on my ba…
RABBIT TRAILS in the Texas dust. We’re flat in the dirt so we can poke around down there with a long st…
When the goddess cries out,
her voice is a mountain against
the fighting. But the old soldier
keeps…
NAUGHT There is naught to be done for it: We are over As the ocean is over its attraction And is now crawling Back fr…
SOUNDINGS Things, your black b-ball shoes, loose-laced, open-tongued, curse one corner; your books, benched, t…
Our Folklore Long ago, you were molten rock, and I— well, I spoke the language of bears. But now that I have been out…
I have come to do a writing residency at the Museum of Loss and Renewal in Molise, southern Italy, in a remote mounta…
my brother, the Marine the recruiters come weeks earlier than agreed— arrive in alloy, aluminum with authority…
We set small bowls of sugar water
on the garden’s edge. Bees were scarce
since the freeze which had almos…
Johnny felt the oak floor tilt sharply below him. He had no idea what was happening or why, and he was frightened. Th…
STILL I never thought of you as a hopeless romantic; this was news to me. Are you still meditating? Meditate o…
EACH NIGHT MY MOTHER DIES AGAIN Each night the phone rings— Your mother has passed. Each night I expect to be …
WOUNDED —to Laura Bleating thing without wool Thunder without sound Ghost of wooded peaks, of cons…
SOMETHING LIKE NIGHTFALL something, like night falls slow, as if nothing in the world has ever moved but dista…
REHAB DAY 1 He hadn’t told me, hadn’t stopped drinking drank beer in the hallway near recycling where people b…
THE WIDENING FAULT / image by Amalie Flynn Parkinson’s Triolet I cup the base of your skull, catch precious ce…
“I was lying in a burned‐out basement with the full moon in my eyes. I was hoping for replacement when the sun burst …
IN AND OUT OF TIME In the fire-eaten landin the smoke-drenched airPUT CHARACTI dream PUT CHARACTCrystal Lake &nb…
“I was lying in a burned‐out basement with the full moon in my eyes. I was hoping for replacement when the sun burst …
We buried Javid on a gloomy Friday morning in late December, shortly before Ali was gassed on the battlefront. All th…
In high school, I was invisible–acne and braces, last year’s wardrobe. I didn’t have close friends. My grades w…
Excerpted from the collection Black Coffee by Daniel Ford, September Sky Press, June 2019. “Are we ever going …
Gwen Stefani Knows How to Get Everything I Want It takes a misdelivered Cosmo to finally understand what I want and h…
We came home And had nothing to do and nowhere to go and too much freedom and money and space and women and cars and …
Well, nothing at first, not right after. In those initial moments panic is still optional. At the grocery store, the …