Carson Pytell

White Elephants and/or Sacred Crows All is misery-fraught in the realm of earth,the work of fortune changes the world under the heavens.Here wealth is loaned. Here friends are loaned.Here man is loaned. Here family is loaned—And this whole foundation of the earth wastes away! Dick came home late again to a hot dinnerwhich his maid…

Dandelion Prinsloo

A bike ride through Colonial Hills You peddle past the smell of sprinkler water on warm pavementYou are not depressedJust a little tiredAnd breathless from the peddling uphill with the weight of hot sun in your satchel. There are no shade trees lining Maint St.Not like in the nicer neighborhoodsThe only thing separating you from…

Ellis Elliott

OR I was afraid the housewould burn down,or that it wouldn’t.Fear that smelledof Jim Beamand Kent Regularsand felt like fistsof stinging nettlesin my twisting child-size gut. Never thinkingpast her hot ashesfalling from cigaretteto mattress. Thenit could be over, the flaregun of my flaminghouse would tellthe story I could not. Heard Trish and I could almost…

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…