Elegy
By Poetry Issue 109
A poem for lost love. “If I wash myself / where will you go?”
Read MorePICU Pietà
By Poetry Issue 109
You are not here. / Just this precious, flawed body, briefly home / to your soul.
Read MoreStranger Fruit: American Pietàs
By Visual Art Issue 109
Jon Henry photographs Black mothers and sons across America.
Read MoreSilvius Bonus Patronizes the Worship of Saint Julius and Saint Aaron
By Poetry Issue 109
Hunger is what drives, / unloveliest of urges, most / appealing to the gaping grave.
Read MoreSilvius Bonus, Mentioned in Despatches
By Poetry Issue 109
To think—I thought it cute, / the doctrine that the oak trees sculpt / the air and water
Read MoreAugust
By Poetry Issue 109
May the curious prayer of work keep me / in contact with the stone / / and who knows what else.
Read MoreFaith
By Fiction Issue 109
My feelings toward Izzy changed by the hour. She was the most dominant person I’d ever known, shorter than me but somehow looking down on me constantly. On her left wrist was a tattoo of a cross. I asked if she was religious. She said no.
Read MoreThe Boy Who Came Back
By Poetry Issue 109
the gates are not pearly / but white and scaly / like fish.
Read MoreBlood Aria
By Poetry Issue 109
I wasn’t afraid until / I peeked into the hall, saw a black-clad SWAT team / scooting along the wall, rifles held vertical, a strict formality / that made the whole world seem shabby.
Read MoreChrist Was in the Tree
By Poetry Issue 109
the body learns to move / like a painter / seeing the unseen.
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