Light Through Church Windows at Edingthorpe
By Poetry Issue 125
I’m a shadow cast by the moon in a cold pass at midnight, far away.
Read MoreThe Twilight of Numbers
By Poetry Issue 125
It’s a war you shelter.
You shelter it inside your God.
Prayer’s Indicative Free State
By Poetry Issue 125
It’s the body that’s alone, a harbor
waiting for new ships.
The Testaments
By Fiction Issue 125
The priest had a real hard-on for alliteration. It drove Maggie nuts.
Read MoreElegy for the Heaven of a Black-and-White TV
By Poetry Issue 125
I’m constructing
a heaven of pixels like tiny, vibrating dimes, falling stars
I can scoop up and offer in two hands.
So What?
By Poetry Issue 125
what a way to go
siloed high up
like he was
Home
By Fiction Issue 125
In most of my memories of my father from childhood, he is moving.
Read MoreSummer Reverie
By Poetry Issue 125
To think of you
is to have the sense that I will never be seen
by anyone who has language
again.
To-Do List
By Poetry Issue 125
To withdraw like a fly or amuse oneself / like a submarine in a fjord misnamed a canal.
Read MoreTaxonomies of Grief
By Editorial Issue 125
The world warms up, the prairifire crabapple trees begin to drop their blossoms in almost technicolor puddles on the sidewalks in my neighborhood and, as if in concert, the base of my neck gets heavy and sore.
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