by Jenna K Funkhouser Wind ripples off the shaggy tops of mesquite trees and threads a ribbon of bending grass. The ground is stern and...

by Laura Klein . . . a long obedience in the same direction . . . —Friedrich Nietzche From the get go, two habitual waders rise—the...

by Joshua Jones I heard you call my name. The wire of your voice pulled tight through the hallway. Expecting to find you marooned on the...

By Julie L. Moore Along the Rio Grande, in Ciudad Juárez,                                                        amid the high Chihuahuan...

By Laurie Klein Hovering clouds, more sting than mist, feel akin to ice, forced through a sieve, Salmon River below us, all teem and...

by JM Jordan Step out on the back porch of some getaway, some house nestled among low historic hills, where you have found yourself among...

by Brian Volck All I know is that it happens unexpectedly: how the forest trail, dim even under still leafless limbs, abruptly yields to...

by Russell Rowland Candles will be there at my windows, as late as certain shepherds kept watch over their flocks by night. No angels...

by Naomi Bess Leimsider Two spikes a day; the heat slams through me. Doubles down, bends around, catches sudden and quick. Then nothing...

by Ken Meisel Some valentines have sentences in them first. That’s why everything I loved, in one moment, changed when you interrupted...

by Luci Shaw Between generous fields of ripe cranberries and the gleam of corn stubble we drive toward the base of Sumas Mountain, a...

by Jeff Gundy Years ago I decided not to fight every battle, not to dive into black holes or drive through floodwaters, not to pin my...

by Peter Grandbois In the end, there is mostly exhaustion, And wine like blood in this webbing dusk, The scavenger wind playing its...

By Mark Watney O Lord      our Shaper1 your name is whirled through all the world Your greatness heaves2     beyond heaven It catches in...

by Russell Rowland To the diffident little boy who is my soul: white birches hold out their limbs to you, black flies can hardly...

by Jody Collins Securely tabled, the body awaits a scalpel ready to move in. Sure-handed surgeon, knowing aorta versus vein, cavity...

by Ken Meisel Because the winterberry’s knuckles have glowing red berries on them, & also small corsages of green leaves pinned like...

by Rebekah Denison Hewitt Genesis 21:19 Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water. So she went and filled the skin with water...

by Luci Shaw I sit by the window to read and the sun lays his bright shawl across my shoulders. I need this warmth as the nights...

By Yvonne Nguyen i. Wild grass grows golden, tall enough that I cannot find my own feet in front of me. Sometimes I lay down, invisible...