Please give yourself a quiet moment to enjoy Impossible Task.
Will Russo: 5 Poems
My cousin called me / girly and I've been scared / of him since. Six plus / years my junior.
Jeff Newberry: 3 Poems
My mother swooned at my reading the backs of cereal boxes at breakfast: riboflavin, acetate, pyridoxine hydrochloride, niacinamide, calcium bicarbonate…
Vivian Kao: 2 Poems
When I first move to Flint, my house is / sandwiched between the two other Asians in the city: / the old Thai woman and the half Japanese man.
Phoebe Brown: 5 Poems
creation as combat or else all consumed when / looking to be discovered i became invisible.
Kelsey Smoot: 2 Poems
I let the bird tell me what it wants to be compared to because it is still alive, still tending toward things.
Hibah Shabkhez: Transfixed
YOU. You are a stout full-stop, planted squarely in the middle of my life. Time is turning you into an ellipsis, as it lugs me onward like the proverbial sack of potatoes.
Kai Thigpen: 5 Poems
i am the one who doesn’t trust you. / the world: a thin & narrow strip / across my darkness.
Judith Leserman: 4 Poems
My sister arrived in a dream. / I was Judith coming home after conquering Holofernes / and there was some cheese left in my basket, / only a little blood speckled the cloth.
Brian Builta: 4 Poems
Ron is moving to Houston but spends the day helping me move furniture that won't fit in the death closet.
Robin Arble: I go to CVS once a season
…to give my voice to a woman / who takes my name & date // of birth to access the two / prescriptions waiting for me
Theodore Bee: 3 Poems
i bleed purple but only when i try to / the sunshine, helium and hydrogen sun spots / i remember how to combust like i did as a child
Michael Russell: 3 Poems
sweetie, who are u to question a man / that works? pulls back the sheets, / lifts the stiff board of his body / out of bed, peels off his clothes / & dresses himself daily.
Megan Busbice: 5 Poems
candles lit / on new years floors / in the old house where the doors / never quite shut.
Mary Ann Honaker: 3 Poems
All day the fat flakes fall but do not stick. / The daffodils bend their stems, spill their golden cups.
Ryan Clark: 5 Poems
Fourteen years today I love you so much even / more than dying out of such a world a love / beyond a severed barbwire fence a vein / rusted shut
Maddie Downie: 3 Poems
And sometimes I am sorry when the mothers / pass by my window on their way to the park, / young ones on their hips or in their carts
Dmitra Gideon: Demeter Speaks
AfterHeSwallowedUsWeWereAllTogetherWetAndStickyInsideMyFather'sGut
Samantha Tetangco: 4 Poems
When the fog rolls in, we forget / about searching for the right song, / about directions and the path / and time
Alexandra Weiss: 3 Poems
it's monsoon season in the high desert and the surgery's two weeks from today. in 14 days i'll be back from albuquerque, tucked into bed…
Terry Trowbridge: Conversions Too Late
Combustion engines betray us. / Their carbon paradox hums in idle driveways.