straight-arming the dashboard: a life spent bracing for impact
~Patrick Sweeney
paper snowflakes without knowing why climate change
~John Pappas
eyes without cataracts;
naked,
afraid,
vulnerable,
ugly
face without glasses.
~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
a poem
with a mind of its own
digital citizen
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
the crowds now appear / loudly clamoring to see / all of my etchings
~Charles A. Perrone
Grief Is a Mother
She flips me upside down
and slaps me on the rump
until I stop breathing
and start crying.
~Nolcha Fox
bombs away in a manger
~John Pappas
the fifth finger on my hand
pretends to be torn off
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
postcolonial firing the western canon
~John Pappas
in deep waters: the blue whale of faith
~Patrick Sweeney
from dawn to dusk sunflower mechanics
~John
Pappas
cat
cute cut out ou oh o zero
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
I used to write long letters with a knife-sharpened pencil
~Patrick Sweeney
late fall—
a plastic parachutist
in the rain gutter
~John Pappas
by falling down
I see the wildflowers
much better
~Luke Levi
homecoming
under her collarbone
diving swallows
~John Pappas
winter night
the taste of no
strawberries
~John Pappas
The
world’s best dental floss —
your hair.
~Oliver Kleyer
another growl
my right ear pressed against
the dentist's stomach
~John J. Dunphy
new year’s day
fresh strings on
an old guitar
~John Pappas
distant thunder
he orders more
toe tags
~John Pappas
Somebody’s
reading
Night
Train
to Lisbon on
the
morning bus to Rendsburg.
~Oliver
Kleyer
that part of himself always pivoting as if to make a break for it
~Patrick Sweeney
new moon the clickclickclick of the delete key
~John Pappas
the
constant intrusions of the ordinary
~Patrick Sweeney
