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Anya-nyelv, Mother-tongue
Fanni Somogyi
Exchanging one anya-nyelv, mother-tongue, for another is like
nibbling salted peanuts at the sticky bar top,
unplanned but eventual for a bilingual migrant.
The other mother-
nyelv tongue is
Ballad of the Red Wisteria
Jessica Q. Stark
Because of its hardiness and tendency to escape cultivation, these non-native wisterias are considered invasive species in many parts of the United States, especially the Southeast, due to their
Surgery Dream (Euphoria)
Duncan Slagle
When my mother built me
again, she did not wait for sobs
to pass. She left clasps undone
then wept in her bedroom.
I tried to reach for the gown
but my fingers mumbled back hair
into metal
a constellation of stars fall from the sky
Tatiana Dolgushina
the man who touches you also touches
the other women of the city, this special
man who you chose to be your first man
even after you’ve met so many men who
wanted to know you as a woman
Three Poems
Kathryn Merwin
One Night We Drove Through Yellowstone
I dreamt of a white bear last night,
like the ones in the rainforests
of Alaska. Landlocked, we dreamt
of whispering to them, shaking off
one
Homesickness
Christina Yoseph
the child inside of me
has become comfortable
with the heat of the months
as they melt down
like hot wax then build one
on top of the other
into a mountain
in silence
has started to
Three poems
Kevin Chesser
King of the Road
naked as death
begging on the highway
I calibrate the instrument
of my breastplate to lead me
back to you
I never once saw a dog chase a bone
but I never knew a dog that
Anyway, that was the saddest part
Sarah Bates
I often confuse the dead horses
for trees. I say things like termites
care about the weather, or dark stars
will always find their way to empty
rooms. Anyway, the dead horses are real,
Three poems
Parker Tettleton
Carrot Flowers
We are toward somewhere in the first sentence. There is June & us or us or June because that’s what’s left of it. I walk like a walk with a walk on the table. The walk is finding
Three poems
Benjamin Niespodziany
Neck Tattoo
Your neck tattoo spoke to me but I needed a
translator. Needed a nail gun, a barn wall to
respond to your forward advances. After a
night together, I woke to find that your
Three poems
Charlotte Covey
real / unreal
last night i had a dream
that my teeth fell
out all in a row.
i woke with them still
my anxiety has a baby rattlesnake in it
Jax NTP
the babies are most dangerous because
they have not learned how to control their venom
the way we make the same decisions over and over and over
Three poems
Mikaela Grantham
i am your man
tall stranger man
you have sung a lot of songs
you fall in love often
and maybe
you lose some things along the way
but everything is all right
and none of this matters
Team of Goofballs
Janet Bowdan
It's their first practice in good spring weather,
not only not raining, not cold, but full of light.
Litany for Those Awaiting Bill Mazeroski at Home Plate after His Home Run to Beat the Yankees in the 1960 World Series
Joseph Bathanti
Blessed be the millwrights on the open hearth that awaited him; the nurses and elevator operators; secretaries; plumbers; electricians
The Slugger, The Ace, The Shortstop, The Catcher, The Pinch Hitter
Jose Hernandez Diaz
The solitude. In the summer, I dine. On hot dogs. And fast balls. Go Dodgers!
In July, 2002, The Mascot Answers A Question
Robert Halleck
I joined the crowd and bought an XL.
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!