Sensorium Emily Corwin 1 in dappled sun, in wine sap apples I dab prismatic gloss atop my cupid’s bow—the philtrum it’s called, it’s chrome-like. I have a mouth & it stinks— this is where I masticate the animal brisket, the pie pumpkin & red plums, pomegranate...
Pedro Full of Grace Marcos Gonsalez He’s such a Pedro. Across from me, on this 4:30 a.m. Queens-bound N train, on my way to get my stomach cut open, skin excised, and flesh stapled shut, is this Pedro I name Pedro. My cousin Pedro lives in...
Barn Point Talin Tahajian I’ll always be where rainbows are, forever in the Maine-bright stars, when sunsets light the eveningtide, with the moon in sparkling skies, with the rising sun each morning, with the quiet of dawn by the sea, along the beloved...
Contributors Toby Altman is the author of Arcadia, Indiana (Plays Inverse, 2017) and five chapbooks, including recently Security Theater (Present Tense Pamphlets, 2016). His poems can be found in Crazyhorse, Jubilat, Lana Turner, and other journals and...