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To Walt Whitman in Heaven by Betsy Sholl from her book Late Psalm Things that look good and aren't: high fashion, Manifest Destiny, limp...

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert...

Zero Gravity by Eric Gamalinda The dry basin of the moon must have held the bones of a race, radiant minerals, or something devoid of...

The Execution of Henry Wirz—November 10, 1865 by Daniel Nathan Terry published in Capturing the Dead, and can also be found on the Split...

Seconds in a Momentary Science by Kristina Martinez Another breath, deeper, undo these buttons to fit the stethoscope, calipers, forceps,...

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And...

What’s Going to Kill You by Jayne Marek published in Black Horse Review (January 2, 2021) How secretive it can be, swimming the long...

published in Ponder Review, Spring 2017, Volume 1, Issue 1 When We Became Trees by Mary Christine Kane We saw them first on our walk. Bodies, once apart reached toward each other until limbs wrapped, roots kissed two trunks twisted into one. We took a picture sat with them awhile. Back at the cabin: my branches into your trunk your leaves into my mouth You nestled into my hair heard the rustle. We swayed and reached and fell into earth, then past it I said, We are trees now.

Count Down by Robin Morgan Survival is the final offer that arrives at the eleventh hour just when pain to the tenth power would kill you with another ninth degree. By then, relief strikes you brief as an eighth note; you wear doom proudly; it’s your seventh seal. But life whispers through your sixth sense of what might await you in some fifth dimension where miracle is saved for the fourth quarter. Tricked, you sigh and rise on the third day. You know better, but with no se

Wildlife by Heather Treseler winner, 2021 WB Yeats Society Contest All strut and gibbering, wattles and caruncles, tom turkeys parade at...

published in A Geography of Poets, Edited by Edward Field The Fall of the House of Usher by Reed Whittemore It was a big boxy wreck of a...

published in Poetry, March 1980 I was born in Cologne. That word again: Cologne. I let my mouth fill with it as my mother did when the...

published in Simulacra, winner of the 2016 Yale Series of Younger Poets Temptation of the Composer by Airea D. Matthews Oh Shepherd, our...

Father’s Memory of a Mexican Mining Camp by Cindy Williams Gutiérrez from The Small Claim of Bones, 2014 Softly, it always began softly....

published in The Paris Review, Issue 227, Winter 2018 Decency by Emily Jungmin Yoon When a man threw his fist into a wall next to my eye...

published in Kissing Dynamite Poetry, Issue 26, FEB 2021 His beard was stained straw, smoked by desert wind & lipped by sand. His...

Breaking Down in the South by Gail White It knocked me over to learn there’s no such thing as a nervous breakdown. My aunts and uncles...

Plague Victims Catapulted Over Walls Into Besieged City by Thomas Lux Early germ warfare. The dead hurled this way look like wheels in...

A Happy Birthday by Ted Kooser This evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a...

“Philadelphia isn’t as bad as Philadelphians say it is.” —Billboard on Interstate 95 Paris in the Spring, Autumn in New York, Singers...