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Clothes
Because other things needed buying,
Molly Peacock
Quotidian and Carry
Steak dinners are the worst /you prefer the fatty cut / those white-ribboned slabs from Save-A-Lot
Amanda Newell
Notes Toward a Treatise on the Atlantic Periwinkle
None knows the song devoted to winkles.
Jennifer Atkinson
A Convalescent Bed in a Field of Yellow Tulips
Your wires trail into a gopher hole.
Adam Tavel
Spoiler Alert
This all started when Tanya, that wreck of a billionaire
Julie Bruck
Daniel Whipped at the Market, St. Augustine, 1849
What makes memory?
Hunt Hawkins
The Last Widow | The Last Mirror
The last widow misses men. The last widow misses her husband
Jason Schneiderman
Three Poems
It was a beauty, made by the Hmong in Laos
Julie Bruck
Desire Corners Me in the Quiet
On the beach, I take self portraits with my eyes closed,
Theo LeGro
From AfterTalk
Dumuzi spoke: “My sister, I would go with you to my garden
Chard deNiord
Ars Poetica Über Prompt (Not the Taxi Service)
Take the worst poem you’ve ever written but that you haven’t
Suzanne Lummis
POSTCARD WITH A CITY’S AERIAL VIEW AT NIGHT
To think that each lit window there
Laure-Anne Bosselaar
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