by Trivarna Hariharan Standing still— an autumn tree embraces the joy of all it receives from the earth. Trivarna Hariharan is a student...

by Ace Boggess I dreamt my old boss into being. Twenty years invisible, & here she came, her unimpassioned face, stone jaw, tone flat as...

by Greg Huteson On the slate gray plain, paused when jabbed by rain bloodying as darts, I rub pricked parts hard with soggy hands, mull...

by Adam Tavel for my son James The boy with his shattered skull stitched runs his fingers over the bridge Van Gogh’s rainbow impasto arcs...

by Claude Wilkinson Anything miraculous, we try to rationalize, to explain in terms of less thrilling science. For example, I give you...

By Laura Sweeney (Acts 16: 13-15) I am the merchant of purple cloth, washing and wishing well the women─ battered mad abandoned women. I...

by Marjorie Maddox When all else goes, I welcome you in, pull you close; skin to skin. I welcome you in. Ban the banter. Skin to skin,...

By Trivarna Hariharan I know a bird who gave up her life longing for a spring that could never return. Trivarna Hariharan is a student...

by Greg Huteson The curiosity of stones above gray-banded surf, so neatly swept by tides with driftwood flecks and shells. The queerly...

by Tania Runyan You cried because you dropped a butter knife. Everything I do is stupid and wrong! I want to reach into your...

By Ace Boggess No hat. Sunburnt, mud-flecked cheeks. He works hard, trimming bushes into elephants, piling leaves, digging a trench by...

by Sheila Murray-Nellis Every day for weeks smoke muffles the mountains. Particulate on the incoming breath flattens each hue to haze, as...

by Michael Dechane The wind from the west is still unmaking these mountains: each branch and blade tip points toward the sea, the sun...

advent by Sally O’Brien Short days. The dark settles on me like a blanket kept in a damp garage. Every day, I swear I wake up later and...

By Devon Balwit The Koi in today’s pond know nothing of yesterday’s earthquakes. They swim in and out of sky, light reflecting through...

by Michael Dechane A yellow tomato comes apart at the seam my knife makes. This skin: how can it hold so well so much? I salt the weeping...

by Elizabeth Tervo Under sun, the golden crosses shine When the sun bursts through the rapid clouds Gleaming in sympathy. They shine out...

by Deborah Harford there is nothing special about this suffering just an old woman struggling with her body voyaging on against all the...

by Michelle Flores Her head is in my hands now. Hair shaven, eyes closed. A yin and yang of skin and scar. Gently, I rub her velvet...

by Luci Shaw A visitor from outer space, this alien flames from the back hall’s dark floor tile. As if this were its target from the...