by Craig Cotter

“[I spun] vinyl 45s, / blue / plastic / Sears stereo…”

by Nicole Farmer

“next time I’d like to come back / as a cloud; windswept, shimmering / pale peach, golden, and violet.”

by William Teets

“The corner boys slip into view, / so cool, so cold / If wishes were crowns, / they’d all be kings…”

by Mather Schneider

“I am a hired hand on a small farm. / The owner is a blind man with a big beard / who calls himself Noah. / He runs a tight ship.”

by gabor g gyukics

“we have only ourselves to rely on / no relatives / no friends / help us / to forget / our past / on which we build our present “

by Emily Anna King 锡萍芳

“…for the flower stripped of its petals, what does it remember of the summer breeze when the small hand echoes in absence each loss, like a molted feather…”

by John Sara

“I’m 20 and Batman emerges through / my window. It’s raining and he’s grimacing. / He says there are other ways to help, / as if writing can bring down / The Joker and / The Penguin / and all the others…”

by Stephen Barile

“Hot afternoons in late September / Foreshadow grapes for raisins / In the auspicious vineyard row…”

by Kent Kosack

“Mold in the basement and I’m not / sure what to do. It’s not my house. / It might not even be my life anymore.”

by Alvin Kathembe

“Into the silvern wood to pursue his injured quarry / like Hansel following a trail of jam / ….The bloody spoor leads him to a starlit clearing— / there the stag lies, gasping, / pumping thick quicksilver / from the gunshot in his neck.”