Issue 26 | Fall 2020


A neon sneeze, fireflies

mist the jack pines. We

jarred them once all summer,

stabbed holes for bug breath

and watched the wings beat slow,

slower against the trick

absence of glass.


Filed under: Poetry

Matthew Bruce’s writing can be found in Carolina Quarterly, Adroit Journal, Sixth Finch, West Branch, Nashville Review, Cincinnati Review, and elsewhere. Originally from Atlanta, he now
lives in Minneapolis, where he teaches at the University of St. Thomas.