Dearest Brandy

Richard Porter   You worry. Rest assured, I’m fine. If my verse chills from time to time, seems colder still between the lines, and ices over in harsh rhyme, it does not indicate my state. Beneath the frost my warmth remains, but in my absence you conflate my...

Born Again

Carrie Penrod   Sometimes, I wish I could be born again. Not like a born-again Christian, or a born-again virgin. Because this isn’t living, this thing that I’m doing. It’s surviving–– or, trying to survive, trying to put the pieces back together so I don’t...

villanelle: when the phone dies mid panic attack

Abby Leigh Mangel   oh no oh god i can’t breathe i think it’s a heart attack mom don’t leave don’t leave it hurts so bad you can’t believe now it’s all flooding back oh no oh god i can’t breathe i can’t see anything above or beneath it’s like everything is black...

Devilish

Edward Michael Supranowicz   The Devil is a drama queen, Likes violence Boom boom bang bang quick And blood and guts bloody flashy, And the aftermath Slow motion freeze frame agony. The Devil is a song and dance man, Has the Seven Deadlies As his Seven Muses, And...

Cadenza

Robert van Vliet   Two poems - Wine Cellar   Robert van Vliet is a poet, designer, and teacher who lives in Minneapolis. His poems have appeared in The Sixth Chamber Review, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Eunoia Review, Cool Rock Repository, Otoliths, and...

Requiem for a Homeboy

Marilee Pritchard   Two a.m. splicing through a reel of dreams, my phone demanding answers when I had only questions. I heard my sister screaming—something about the police, a gun going off Is he dead? Suburban pilgrims journey to Chicago. Pale fishes paddle down...