Jordan Hartt

El arroyo he lies in piñon shade with a plastic jug of gasoline-colored gin           both he and the piñon gripping the sandstone dirt to keep from falling into the arroyo          y debajo de él, en el arroyo, un jóven de dieciséis años sentado en sombra salpicada por las ramas secas de una acacia solitaria                  tenía el…

Brian Baumgart

Artifact I.She closes the book. Her fingers break open on the edge of the pages, small slits like half-asleep eyes. Crying. She stains the paper red, but only on the outside. If you open the book and read, you’d never know she bled, or how, when she looked inside, the coiled letters called her snake,…

Kevin A. Risner

Chalcedon A sign in a squareTo inform passersby or those in lineFor the newest latte offering.Something had been here, a structureDuring the time of Chalcedon. Schisms and diocesesNotwithstanding. That building is notStanding any longer. Only remains remain.But not even that. I see nothing. I wonderWhat it was that was there.All around the entire district.I, too,…

Juanita Rey

A COMEDY I am the pregnant womansitting alonein the cinema. The screen crackles awake.A light ray shines above me. Real life ends,thank God.Vicarious begins.I emerge fromthe swill of my day to dayinto another’s script.No wonder my face glowswith expectation. But behind me,some guy is talking on his cellphone. A couple in front get all close and sultry.And…

DS Maolalai

A working class suburb. in kilbarrack it’s a strangecombination – flowers like stonesin gardens, blue silencesurrounded by brown warmth. it’s a working classsuburb, but it’s been sofor sixty years – most of the workersare retired. I live herequietly, sitting in my grandmother’s house,paying rent while she molders in a nursing home. the day collapses inward, mossyas cement…

Kara Goughnour

My Father Shares His Photo Library in the Family iCloud Among many things, my father takes photos of a Michelob Classic Dark tap handle, filmy renditions of sand and sea (maybe Tampa, maybe some place I don’t yet know), selfies taken seemingly by accident— my father looking down at us, down through us, down at…

Alora Young

“For a Black Girl” When you hear the words “for a black girl” you probably think of nothing at all… because unless you live the violence that is suffering in silence nothing wrong with those words crosses your mind because you can’t see the boys who ruined my birthday by making monkey noises at us…

Bethany Fajardo Howard

El Castillo above the sea waves watches the stout Castillo built by Spanish hands the ghosts of soldiers long since passed are immortal in its garitas darkness of past years is remembered in cells of Torre Antigua the vain elegance of San Felipe’s kingly might is carved in stone today another flag adorns its ancient…

Celia Bland

Damned Nantahala Lake was created by Duke Power as part of the New Deal’s electrification project.  It flooded the Cherokee town of Aquone, first mapped by conquistador Hernando De Soto in 1540.  Tobacco clots before it’s combed. Call it cash crop and cuss its shag clotted, combed, carded, and shredded like Carolina barbeque. Its stink…