“After swimming up / from the sea with the earth in his arms, Varaha / (a pure blueblood deus ex machina) went on / to mold the mountains and shape the continents.” Three new poems by Dan Grossman.
Do you hear the/mynahs singing of food?/The musicians of love,/and island gods?
A new poem by Elizabeth Kuelbs
“There are no snowflake ovals. / No static black lines / drawn still around / the nuclei like a veil / over the face of a bride.”
New poetry from Jordan Legg.
“The ghost can’t see though its eye holes, / this world and the afterlife / never quite lining up. / This is the night the dead / relive life’s annoyances.” Three poems by Glen Armstrong.
“The worst that might happen / is that you go blind in one eye.” Worst-case poetry from Meg Eden.
“The clock in the hall ticks loudly, and the sound / Of quills against rough paper resonates in the room / Like the sound of tiny insects rustling through leaves.” A poem by Kristine Chalifoux.