Sarah V. Schweig
Brighton Beach
Because the people I love don’t believe in heaven we take the train to Brighton. Atlantic Avenue, Pacific Street. The ocean
is…
Profile Type: Emerging Poets Residency
Danniel Schoonebeek
TELEGRAM (A PROPHECY)
Then father sent for me when the sky above his america was failing to thunder.
Unbroken thing he said looking up…
Monica A. Hand
as yellow and sun shiny as a flip top box of Rescue chewing gum
Orange & elder flowers NDC# 057687-290-17. The liquid center of a chewing…
Cathy Linh Che
Doc, there was a hand, my bed was pushed across the room. I drew faces on the flowers, this one with shut eyes—and when I woke, they opened. I watched…
Desirée Alvarez
Echolocation
It is the shortest night of the year. The owls will return early.
A childhood without the attribute of a father lasts a…