Poetry
Peace in the Valley by Kate Schapira
Who lives in the valley? Whoever is there at the time. It’s because it is a place that we can be there, and we owe our facts to this, if not our natures.
Poems by Chandler Lewis
You’ve seen children hold mirrors / to mirrors, trying to find the end of it – / and want to tell them, there is no end /except the eye’s weakness to see
A New Life Begins by David Winter
Before that, he had never hit a woman. Before that, he found her on a corner which both of them had frequented, where they had first met one another, and where he had never imagined seeing her so naked.
Because of the Wind by Anna Yin
We take a walk and go further / down another block / until we meet a pomegranate tree.
Haikus by Nick Feder
and in the springtime / what did the storms wash ashore? / mayflowers, pilgrims
The Retainer III (Regret I) by Ellie Horowitz
The beat of occurrence takes place / in the ‘rain falls a million syllables.’
Orpheus’ Draining Head by Rickey Laurentiis
Orpheus in hell is Orpheus alive, / his pride still much wider / than the god’s
Poems by Chandler Lewis
As the air goes, the blood / becomes quick & pure. / It’s the weight of it, though, / that slowly brings the animals / around, to consume their host.
Night and Neon by Meghann Plunkett
When the weather // bears a bite to its breeze, / I wake up not trusting // the ground, certain / that it has failed me, // and I am falling.
Times New Viking vs. Gertrude Stein by Chandler Lewis
We’ll pave our own paths in the dark. We’ll swerve to these mirror mirages. We’ll curse something that is nothing at all.
