Andréa Raymond [mks_dropcap style=”letter” size=”52″ bg_color=”#ffffff” txt_color=”#000000″]W[/mks_dropcap]ith studied slowness, Danny pulls our beat-up white van into the parking lot of Cullards’s Diner, another dubious stop on the Folk Music...
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The Vertigo of Eros
after Roberto Matta Trenton Pollard I left the bed of another, did not make it back to yours. Jettisoned in flight from the tip of the dragonfly’s wing I drowned in flame-ripples. Searched for you in black boxes & floating pearls. You did not forgive...
Approaching Identity in Poetry, with Mitchell King
How do you approach identity and point of view in your poetry? Who am I and how do I see the world? My approach to identity and point of view is slippery—not solid until I discover the story that comes with it in the poem. When writing a poem I am taking control of the narrative and rebuilding the...
Edibles
Sarah Thankam Mathews [mks_dropcap style=”letter” size=”52″ bg_color=”#ffffff” txt_color=”#000000″]V[/mks_dropcap]ic wants to make brownies but first needs a smoke. You stare up at the bright cliffs of books lining her walls. The ones she’s...
Girlhood
Nolan Natasha Pike The motorcycle jacket my mom brought home from Denmark, small enough for my niece now. Around the house mostly, never to school. Cindy and me punching each other on the hide—against our fists, the sound thick— and smoking too, in the backs of...
Without, With, Without: a Pastiche
Betsy Warland on the nipple of the city we watch clouds life off mountains slow motion bedsheet lovers barely breathing as the lips of night close the Henry Moore gleams cold and bronze pelvic bone maze we enter, lose one another in magenta murmuring we throb, sense each other rapping knuckles on...