Fireworks on the Moon by Kristina Saccone
The moon was an achievement for all of us. It was also a dimly lit, grey place, where revelry was what we made of it.
Poetry by Tracy Sallows
Belongings dispersed and distributed / Are treasures in some other troves
Five Poems by Sophie Strand
Lately, the coffee has been strong, the friends / plentiful as maple keys spinning on the breeze
Five Poems by Aubree Tillett
One hour a day I trade / an urban jungle for a garden / bed where compost soil rests
Reunion on the St. Joe by Chelsey J. Waters
She glances downstream toward a big evergreen—a white pine, maybe?
A Typical Week of Rural Disquiet by Chila Woychik
Oh, hello. You must be new here. First off, Iowa is weather and corn.
An Interview with Karen Garthe
I remember coming out of the anesthesia, drifting back from wherever it is you go, back to consciousness. I looked at my mother and said “Now, will you tell me why we’re here?”
Two Poems by Carol V. Davis
The scientist invited me to her work, greeted me / on the icy sidewalk to usher me past guards stomping
Two Poems by Chris Holdaway
Longing for what it already had; yea, the rain / Should have replaced the air one-for-one,
Candles in the Subway, by Bria McClain
They do not know day from night, under the screaming lights, but when the men leave and the bulbs go out, they dream.