They did not tell you that in your greatest time of need,
an angel would show up to your place of work,
fold you in their wings while you cried,
and ask if you needed a ride.
Category Archives: Poetry
“James’s Gun,” a Poem by Ian Powell-Palm
In the week after my sister died
Following a day spent needlessly driving and throwing candy
From the window onto passing graves lining the highway
My brother James took me to a taco bell and watched heavily
As my fourteen-year-old mouth cradled a steak tortilla.
“2098,” a Poem by Holly Eva Allen
When men envision the future,
polyester-clad chest over wrought-iron frame echoing
like the long, hollow hold of a wooden boat,
they see
little ray guns, shiny,
“On the Desire for an Accompanied Death,” a Poem by Jessica Moore
Take all your heavensand line them uphere is what you havewhat to bring with you—these apple blossomsthese striated winter skiesyour mother in the flowerbedsyour teethsplitting the name of the girlin the red windbreakerinto halvesyour shallow footprints in the foliar carpetdisordered and roaming. oh whiskey-eyed sunoh landscape after a wildfirein a dream we go softy intoContinue reading ““On the Desire for an Accompanied Death,” a Poem by Jessica Moore”
“Speak, Plastic,” a Poem by Jade Hidle
Sữa: milk. (Watch the dip of your tongue–Sửa: to fix.) Curdle rinsed. Empty plastic gallons windchimed against your collected hollow aluminum. Cans creased sharp. Sliced your and mother’s fingerprints. Stung to grip the bag. Big enough to float. Gravity-less smile on cartoon Earth. Revolving wheels crush and haybale. Overalled, the attendant opened our bag to sortContinue reading ““Speak, Plastic,” a Poem by Jade Hidle”
“Cliff Notes,” a Poem by Diane Glancy
I follow you as you follow the one above you.
You take the cliff, the trees, the deer on your wings.
I am behind you watching the ground over which we fly.
“Earth Gazing,” a Poem by Rubin Hardin
If you turn
your attention
to the Mississippi
river, you’ll see
the closeted
“Callus,” a Poem by Chris Alaimo
Calluses
on hands
and knees
and feet
“The God Shammgod,” a Poem by Will Shook-Shoup
First:
See all. Father, Mother, Son.
Homonymy of
weight and wait.
“I Only Pray on Instagram,” a Poem by Kara Lewis
where my high school best friend piles tithed hearts
in the pixelated hallow of her hands. She ascends
offerings — flat tummy tea, knee-length modesty, steamed
Snarl 