We take turns dying. / Goddamn it, I think to myself, goddamn it.
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Two Poems by Emma Murray
People who talk shit about trailer parks / have never listened to the Titanic sound- / track in a double wide—
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Sings Herself The Rubble by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
my heart a greeting / leaves me a stranger
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GRIEVING MOTHER IS FOUND LIVING WITH CORPSE OF HER DAUGHTER, 47, WHO DIED EIGHT MONTHS AGO Daily Mail July 2 2018 by Katherine Fallon
but have since / come to learn that the body won’t go shrivel up / like a raisin just because you tell it to, and it sure / won’t turn to dust.
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Oops by Amelie Meltzer
A moment like / the moment when I accidentally chewed on my tongue / instead of food and realized / how powerful and dangerous I am
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Anatomy of a Flower by John Moessner
A flower / is able to reproduce with itself, or wait for a bug to float / on the tongue of the wind and visit the bell of its face.
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Prodigal Daughter by Clara Trippe
Generations of us did not migrate to bluer places to remain dry on the shore.
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What Will Become of Me by Samantha Tetangco
The human body weighs / less in the moments / after death. / Or so says the scientist / seeking proof of the soul.
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Two poems by Kristin Emanuel
A woman across the street watched her canaries / phase through their cage like melted candlewax.
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1996 by Marian Kilcoyne
En route from New York to Albany / a majestic stag pranced along the wire / fence.
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Two Poems by Mark Irwin
We were Americans, black, white. We were Asians, Slovak,
Italian, and Poles, all of mixed descent, all at this school
of advanced learning, learning different and new ways to kill,
asking always the same question. How far is the enemy?
Two Poems by Alan Chazaro
Today I learned how to jungle walk while chucking clouds
from cliff sides & ruins aren't really ruined
Sun Orange, a Poem by Lauren Hilger
In California, we sat around a fire and I broke the code.
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Two Poems by Charlie Oak
A flight attendant handed me a tiny bottle of Vodka
and a note, like an antiseptic to the wounds
stowed under the seat in front of me.
Two Poems by Lisa Ludden
Under the pressure of my hands you’d kick.
I’d guess your features, drawing your likeness to mine.
Mostly we were silent, finding our way with each other.
I didn’t have the words, yet.
Transgender Heroic: All This Ridiculous Flesh by Kayleb Rae Candrilli
I could say I am simple—my heart
again a newborn with a shelf life.
But there is nothing simple about
my body and its fruity orbit around
the sun.
Two Poems by Romana Iorga
No one wants to touch the skin
of this poem, its unhatched
enigma. The words sit in rows
like alien pods, oozing deceit.
Argo Navis by Elizabeth Breese
Why call for a group of stars in the shape
of a boat sailing backwards to be broken
up into three parts of a boat sailing
backwards?
WE ARE SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOST by Michelle Peñaloza
We sort the cards at the kitchen table.
Instead of flowers, our people help
the family pay for the funeral.
Telway Lament by Andrew Collard
And then one morning, just before the sunlight turns to bees
at my bedroom window, I will see it, through fog—
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