Grieving Through Plants by Lindsay Eberhart
It's been over a year since he died, and I have not thought about him as much as I thought I would.
Opah by Gavin Duncan
I’m evaporating in your sleep, melting through the seat cushions, and now, just when you thought this feeling meant something.
Nóstos Álgos by Tabitha Wechter
There’s a market for nostalgia, and I’m the ideal consumer.
Catharsis: The Raven by Theresa Ferrigno
moments pass till what’s left is only wax paper and greased fingers
Poems by Brent Shenton
I am going out amongst the gray and green mountains to learn again why I keep coming back here
The Sound of Fish Hypoxia by Olivia Troiano
The data within the cod otoliths correlated with specific instrumental sounds, forming a musical language to communicate science as sound.
Horizontal Haiga by Alan Bern
Horizontal Haiga
Poems by Matthew Ivan Bennett
the pink jagged dash below a chapped palm
I Am One With the Lake by Phoenix Rayne
The horse stepped on me and took off three of my toenails. I remember gooey puss and blood for weeks. I think my toes recovered ok.
Dear Annapurna by Rosalie Turner
I look down bashfully at my leather hiking boots, I am a foreigner.