Labor Day by Joseph Millar Even the bosses are sleeping late in the dusty light of September. The parking lot’s empty and no one cares.
And We Are Hiding Now by Natalie Crick For some time they sat in the cornfield And spoke like dull mice About what would be
Typing by Kie Borsden While no minute can last forever, (there is always one in each folded hour to lend itself to me, and seamlessly
CHECKPOINT US-2016 by Stefanie Bennett … And there’s rain On the rear-view Mirror One Heart-beat Away From here.
The Cancer Port by Robert King It’s called a port, a harbor, haven, home, a city on the coast of my chest opened for a
THE WORST POET IN THE WORLD by Marc Carver Have you heard about the worst poet in the world He tells people to F off
FOR A WEEK by John D Robinson My wife has gone away; it’s only been a matter of hours and I’m thinking about masturbating and
UNNAMED SPECIES by Matthew Phillips Half-awake, scratching red mosquito bites on the inside of my left ankle, swelling with aching water thoughts while dawn chases
August by Lizette Woodworth Reese No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass. On either side, smitten as with a spell Of silence, brood
Fishing on the Susquehanna in July by Billy Collins I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to