A note from the publisher: our web server is terrible, and the formatting of Beth's first poem, "Inadequacy". is very important. It...

It reminds me of telling someone they'll always be something, until they die- the old road wrinkled with cracks, while the new highway...

Promise I bring you almonds and apricots, fresh dates and country oranges. You have stitched your name in the very world around me, I see...

Pump Station The sound of the clock Becomes the sound of the water This fluid moves like Color through the brain This hour’s cruel and...

Summer Bonfire The smell of wood smoke pops the air, Engulfing the late summer evening in bursts. I watch the sparks of fire soaring,...

All four windows down, burlap mullet in the wind. Sun-sweat glimmering across your paperback skin. Face like motel heaven, lips a bright...

Ode to Rosalind Franklin I have three letters D, N and A I believe in them but there is more than flat symbol acronyms and chemicals...

Flight delayed. Just kidding I’m at the Marriott. There is this dad who looks like Cat Stevens with AUD who has two teenage sons and the...

The Unfilled Branch My father tells me that there was an Indigenous woman who married into my family back when my family was divided...

HOSPICE CONFERENCE Remember second grade on the field for gym and you saw your mother’s car drive by on Brown Street? She was running an...

Edge We will run prints in the sand down to the rock pools come up jagged with emptiness. We will walk the rounded wall of lobster pots,...

sometimes i think of you & what it feels like to be so far away we used to read on the bookstore floor, escaping from eating lunch in the...

Midnight Clad It is late. The night sky is a cool blue, its air carries to us whispers of jazz threading the needle of a secondhand vinyl...

“Cracked Hands and Frost Heaves” Cracked hands and frost heaves, bookends to the winter season. Snow etching its way onto the map means...

Love, or something that sits warm. Casting chromatic shadows. Cools to harden, to still. Dark room. Fire higher to melt. Breath to stoke....

My grandmother never said the words I love you, speaking instead in Blackjack for taffy on the flowered davenport in a living room free...

she said women aren’t allowed to need but we aren’t supposed to be strong either so we develop self-destructive rituals men call...

CW: Childhood sexual abuse, death Chasie wasn’t the only game you took fancy to, hidden away from grownups who partied in the dining room...

Charlie Chaplin and Me When I was a kid, I thought we were related. I walked like him and, like him, didn’t speak, and could pantomime...

Trampoline tattered safety net ripped sliding off its poles in no condition to stop an errant jumper rusted springs rusted...