The Seismologist's Tale by Jessica Bozek   It was fall and the soldier’s stories made human piles of the citizens. He went directly to the center of the town and his stories spiraled outward. The few who tried to flee were held by his soothing voice. The citizens...

Light Away Now by Matt Cozart   What to find: a little well sped up attention eye. It’s an audition I’m moving slower than. Don’t keep your hands in your hands, I wouldn’t want to be ended at them. Beginning home seems swept into some already over. No late look...

On Dancing by Elizabeth Robinson   Like a flavor draining down one’s throat,   the exudates of sound and waltz.   God said dancing was no elixir and was befouled with its own suspicions until the angel reclaimed its message, having traveled through you,...

Three Untitled Poems by Graham Foust   Inaccuracy’s inevitable, and even sleep is gestural. A black oval props open my mouth. * Bundled up and descending a subway staircase, the day done without, another gash in whatever time I might have left to agree with gravity, I...

We Are Where We Tremble by Kimberly Burwick   In the lean fraction of distance between back barn and the godfather moan of wind, dry volleying of ruddy starlings and the forthright chord that is both creek and birds of screech, is the pattern by which we come up from...

Casting Out the King of Boys by Zachary Schomburg   On my last day as king, I watched a dirty movie behind the couch. My father said I should get used to that sort of thing. I ate every last possible meal in the refrigerator. Those were great memories from...

Plasticizer 3 (Land Rover Range Rover) (from Beijing Plasticizer) by Joyelle McSweeney   For trampling the thicket of thick chiclets clotted cream a dulcet emulsifier a tranquilizer moon the Emperor Penguin is dithering over which shoe to spoon place a goat...

I wanted to say where I was not: a blackened nut, a crowded wood, the shored boat twisted green with weeds by Meghan M. Lee   They made for themselves a house in pen&ink. What you can see. Red stocking feet cocked askance under the table. The dog leaned with...

All Hooves and Teeth by Jade Benoit   My body is no way to behave.   Last night, I fell asleep in my horse fur again and I’m sorry. I know my habits are getting out of hand but the animal sieved through me so deep I even wore my fur out in the rain and shed...

The Dead Girls Speak in Unison by Danielle Pafunda   THE DEAD GIRLS SPEAK IN UNISON Where’s our deady daddy? Where’s our dear dead dada man? We’re all dolled up. We’re curls and pearls and ruffled pants. We’ve tacked our skin back ontobones, and hissing roaches...