From the magazine:Heaven
By Jim Johnstone
is just a garden, really.
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
…
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
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From the magazine:How to Love Your Mother at 98
By Ellen June WrightWhen you wake from a troubled sleep,
after you’ve used the bathroom, don’t go back.
Walk down the hall…From the magazine:Diary
By Stanley PlumlyThe euphemism is “infusion” when confusion is what happens, and depends on no time in particular especially…From the magazine:Night Class
By Bruce BondWe would only get so far,
given the casualties
buried in each point of view.
This one, this one, this…From the magazine:Eloquence
By Georgio RussellWithin this simple chapel, located near the navel
of the little clinic, the walls are all the white
of…From the magazine:Jenny Holzer—DYING SHOULD BE AS EASY AS FALLING OFF A LOG (1978)
By Rochelle Hurt[as jumping from a plane. easier—a bridge. as tripping on a shoelace. as blinking your eyes. as breathing…From the magazine:Pandemic Feature: The Breakfast Club
By Peter KlineIf we’re put here long enough, someone’s bound to learn something. The sweep of the second hand erases…From the magazine:Still
By Brittany PerhamThe doctor tells her what she can’t eat
no grains no nuts no beans no sugar a tomato is OK
but no skins…From the magazine:Crossing
By Ross WhiteI’m not the first man to lose his father
slowly, not the first to wonder
when I walk in the room if the…From the magazine:Wreck
By Stefania GomezFiremen cut the car open like a cake but when
they reached through the windshield to pull me out
they …From the magazine:What My Uncle’s Dead Lovers Left Behind
By Mickie KennedyA house with a pool missing tiles.
Another house, foundation cracked,
the whole left half off-kilter,
like…From the magazine:Poem to Retweet upon News of My Death
By Brittany CavallaroI kept the six of spades tacked to my corkboard
and when I had a bad day, I imagined some
exhortation …From the magazine:From “Underworlds”
By Kimberly Johnsoni
The last time I lost you, I had turned
To salt. The hospice nurses all assured
An easier passing…From the magazine:Achaan aghádaana’ígíí
By Tacey M. AtsittyPulp lines the lips, blood
orange smoothie unfolds itself
slowly down the throat.
Air bubbles try to settle…From the magazine:Hindsight
By Shubhi SahniDownload the descriptive transcript You’ll wake up in the middle of the night with
shooting pain
Your …From the magazine:Dispatch from the Edge of the Universe
By Lesley YoungeThe first time
I tell someone I’ve thought about
ending it
is right after the first time
someone tells me…From the magazine:
Self-Elegies
By Martha SilanoBecause why not? Why not take the smashed pinecone
of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of…From the magazine:
Is This My Last Ferry Trip?
By Martha SilanoIs this the last time I’ll admire the guys
in their neon-yellow slickers, guiding us
to our parking spots…From the magazine:In the Surgical Ward
By Carmen Calatayudmy body at the water’s edge of opioid comfort
under the brain’s night sky
rounding the blue curve …From the magazine:Communion
By Michelle OteroAfter the stroke our father lost the word
light switch
asked me to
press the wall so a world could open…