Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Elise Lusk There’s frost on the window he’s leaning against. I watch the moonlight weave through the cracks in the trees- how the light traces the outline of his back but leaves him black and blank. I ask the outline for a paintbrush to fill in the...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Macklin Luke When I say that the color of a frozen moment muddies the hue of our reticent together or that a song says Venus imploded from the gastric fumes of marital warming What I mean to say is her name, still branded behind my ear, the nakedless...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Claire Hutchinson the highway would slide like black silk under my wheels, my front bumper with five o’clock shadow from the bugs. i’d stop at a single-pump gas station, leave my car while it’s refueling, and wander toward the red soil horizon. the dust...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Julie Gunsaulis There was an old lady who lived in a house, and many a time, I sat on her couch. I drank her black coffee when I was three. It reminds me of her now, so I prefer tea. She made blueberry pancakes on her little white stove And...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Jennie Orlando Long weeks slither through the road As I drive over a steep hill To a house in Bella Vista With green bushes suffering November’s persistent winds. Evening stars glare from the sky As I step out of the Subaru And Logan, my...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Isabella Wisinger For Madison Glass clinks in the backseat as we roll to a stop at the waterfront. June is the slowest summer month, so we’ve already spent a thousand nights together With our friends who wait on the gazebo, glowing under fairy lights. ...
