by Shaila Sharma
There are small bits of magic woven into the fabric of our days.
Read More »by Devon Neal
Before you go to bed each night,
go out into the frost-blurred darkness,
Read More »by Tim Murphy
For just a moment,
listen to the voice
that wants to call it
a war, that sees war as
something winnable,
even innocent, righteous,
no matter the innocence
left mangled in its wake.
by Patricia Asuncion
Dew’s coolness heightens anticipation as the canoe
slips into chocolate silk water like a slow, meandering
water snake coiling through cypress,
its tongue taking in all the primordial sensations.
by Christian Ward
The consultant called me
rain man because I conjured
downpours every time
my medication was due.