In 1991, I was easy to play, easy to pick up and easy to discard. We were secretly at odds that year we lived in the same house but never occupied the same space. While I shuffled the cards you used me as strategy to move counterclockwise, so many other players lined up behind your…
“nothing is meant to last / forever and I suppose it / probably will” A new poem by John Reinhart.
“The Canyon in Winter” and “A Change of Scenery,” two new poems by Andrew Pidoux.
“Zaragosa in July and I could see La Seo Cathedral through / our window and our room was cheap and there was no fan” A new poem by Cutter Streeby.
“What I comprehend is small. It fits. A goat’s body / in grass. Or more like water fits in a low place.” A poem by Patrick James Errington.
“I want to soar tonight to the rim of a cauldron / of melting mountain—then plunge like an osprey” A new poem by Jerry McGinley.