Feeding in a Famine by Kate Braverman

Feeding in a Famine by Kate Braverman

Megan Miller returns to the farm in July or August when the river is low and the air yellow. There’s been a six-year drought. She looks across the barley field to the twin silos and interprets them as reassuring. It’s all a sequence of impressions to which we assign...
Two (More) Poems by Elizabeth Hazen

Two (More) Poems by Elizabeth Hazen

Against Resignation after John Berryman A blind brow above an empty heart is all you thought you wanted. What simplicity to be as silence or as air—there yet not there. But it takes such work to disappear, and secrets threaten to spill from you like liquor you can’t...
“Orphan” by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

“Orphan” by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

1. Smog sits over the city, and a plastic-wrapped package of meat decays on the back seat of my future wife’s old gray Buick, though she remembered to take her schoolbooks: a primer on running a landfill a guide for the beginning butcher a collection of brief,...
“The Trumpet” by Kevin Spaide

“The Trumpet” by Kevin Spaide

One morning Mari bought Dave a trumpet, and this was one of the most confusing and terrifying things that had ever happened to him. “What am I supposed to do with this?” he said. “Learn to play it,” said Mari. “I’m too old!” Had he mentioned anything to anyone about...
Two Poems by Elizabeth Hazen

Two Poems by Elizabeth Hazen

Why I Love Laundry In the days just after breaking up, the laundry tallies the time that’s passed since you had him in your bed, reminds you this despair is young, proves you can, in fact, wash some things away. From the metallic drum you pull the panties he slid, a...
Five Poems by Bill Yarrow

Five Poems by Bill Yarrow

THE POROUSNESS OF BORDERS It was in India where we learned to navigate pity. We expected neither tragedy nor enlightenment though flashbulb corpses were paraded down the street and elephants touched us on the head. We saw goats graze the shade of the Butter Ball...

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