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Someone Is Walking the Pig
Someone is walking the pig in our downstairs hallway, where the shops are.
Fleda Brown
Football & the English Language
My first year as high school coach, five points
Ron Smith
Two Poems
Thinking’s chariot starts with it:
Peter Cole
Post-
Clenching, unclenching her thin white fingers,
Annie Kim
ONLY BEES BUZZ IN THE MEADOW | ALLEGIANCE
Speech a tremble,
Annie Finch
The Night Was Born
This night was born in an old and dust-filled pantry, and yesterday’s – in the
Alexander Ulanov
Against Surrealism | Anima
The human heart weighs ten ounces, but I don’t know if it can float. I don’t suppose it makes sense to say I feel like
Christopher Kennedy
Three poems from The Abduction by Maram Al-Masri, translated from French by Hélène Cardona
I hugged him
Maram Al-Masri
Nature
Looking through trees strangely into nature.
Ralph Angel
Paramouria & You Do What You’re Good At
You know (you think), and then
Ralph Culver
Late in October
Late in October, I watch
Linda Pastan
In the Waiting Room | City of Bridges
Light poured
Flávia Rocha
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