Category: Poetry

Issue 21 | Winter 2019

The Lives I Save Are Never My Own

By | Poetry

I often think about a stranger I helped—if he made / it home or to the hospital, if he still breathes. // It was the hottest summer on record in New York City.

Issue 21 | Winter 2019

Sweet Rye & Timothy

By | Poetry

You think now / how the one who's been / buried beneath still yearns to reach out & somehow be- / come the green slurry, that chewed pulp dripping from the pony's maw.

Issue 21 | Winter 2019

Walking Home

By | Poetry

He claims he has a gun / His knowing her name is a gun

Issue 21 | Winter 2019

Wind Winter

By | Poetry

All night, each night, the wind / as against the hull of some dropped // ship in a dried up sea / the rain seems to wish to fill.

Issue 21 | Winter 2019

Pantoum for Fall

By | Poetry

Mine is the work of dying: / umber, curl, release. / When I come to call, / things fly away, fall away. // Umber, curl, release / into stillness, though nothing is still.

Issue 21 | Winter 2019

There is a seam of dark in me but it glitters

By | Poetry

Here’s a trick my mother used / to keep us from running wild at Giant Eagle: / Anything in the produce section, / we could have, so long as we ate it:

Issue 21 | Winter 2019

Ode to Summer Days and Trite Advice

By | Poetry

I await / to yearn for these barefooted afternoons

Issue 20 | Fall 2018

Desert Fruit

By | Poetry

I’d seen via Facebook omniscience that he’d graduated, / and fallen in love, and maybe left Kansas, or Nevada. // But then he posts that he misses her. / Even modern medicine can’t stop a pulse from flat-lining.