Ghosts of You by Larissa Mariani

Ghosts of You by Larissa Mariani

GHOSTS OF YOU Today a man stood next to me he reminded me of you   the cigarettes cough limp tattoos attitude   observed him too good for too long enkindling ghosts of you   and after het talked to himself for a good length of time   I remember...
February by Matt Stevenson

February by Matt Stevenson

February   Many of our life giving rituals are deeply private, whether repeated daily or annually, they gift us some sort of solace. A good snow crunching walk late at night seems to do it for me. If I could, preferably down the old train tracks stretching...
IN OUT IN OUT IN IN IN by Thomas Osatchoff

IN OUT IN OUT IN IN IN by Thomas Osatchoff

IN OUT IN OUT IN IN IN An acacia sings itself a blanket and a pomegranate grafted to make a river of red flowers flashing fire to and from our one deeper heart saying it again with a consistently irregular rhythm. Our one deeper heart aching like this: in out in out...
I Hold My Father’s Beer by Candice Kelsey

I Hold My Father’s Beer by Candice Kelsey

I HOLD MY FATHER’S BEER   I   Grainy 4×4 photos like some prop deck of saloon cards my mother has filed in a yellowed Polaroid Flashgun #268 box.   Meant for automatic color-pack cameras, this box contains the cycle of life: film to camera,...
RETURNING AT HIGH SPEEDS by Thomas Osatchoff

RETURNING AT HIGH SPEEDS by Thomas Osatchoff

RETURNING AT HIGH SPEEDS Much faster—that’s why a picture is worth a thousand free falling peregrines. But what to do with wings with a weight 21 billion times that of the sun’s mass? Can you tell me more about what the damage is like? Wait—do you mean the...