By Lesley Younge / Poetry / The last day of silence, of retreat, of respite brings a challenge: a solo hike in a forest 9,000 feet above...

By John Muro / Poetry / I leave to you, my only daughter, this wedding ring of orange-blossom design, golden-hued, and etched by water,...

By Carole Greenfield / Poetry / And what did they come bringing you this year? And what would you have wished for, had you even been...

By Emily Ahmed / Poetry / Your daddy’s going to hell for not fasting, she hisses, the inference is, so am I. I, in conversation with my...

By Halsey Hyer / Poetry / Due to the abuse I've endured from [redacted] over the past two years I won’t be the same again. Please share...

By Ace Boggess / Poetry / I unlock the door. I open the door. I step through space where the door existed. I close the door behind me....

Sans Souci, Trinidad By Ivy Raff / Poetry / Terrible as she is turquoise, the sea chops, roars, wakes shock of forest-clothed hills,...

By Corena Young-Dixon / Poetry / I’m sorry for the way I mourn those you’ve lost. I often look the way toward happier things, toward...

By Eric Wang / Poetry / and when she sings the moon represents my heart maybe what she means is the distance, as in maybe i don’t look as...

By Kay Parke / Poetry / The sweetness of a summer peach on the tongue, daylily’s orange bloom lasts a single sun’s round, day’s crimson...

By Adrienne Oliver / Poetry / Silence isn’t quiet. Quiet is the sound of homes falling asleep or car traffic dying down and restaurants...

By Joseph Byrd / Poetry / Half seeing is whole seeing, if being clear is the ultimate opacity. Once I had the audacity to be found...

By Jonathan Chan / Poetry / “I needed unerased paper, transparent faith. That’s how that day went for me.” - Shin Hae Uk, trans....

By S.J. Pearce / Poetry / Cast on fifteen stitches in tiny yarn: gauge-one needles, a millimeter thick, and knit yourself an amulet: a...

By Allisa Cherry / Poetry / Cut it all back I hear myself tell him. All the bright length I kept as my hair grew in silver. Eight or nine...

By LaRita Dixon / Poetry / I remember the day I discovered that I was a black woman I had looked into mirrors all my life And I had seen...

by JoAnn Zhang / Poetry / A thick blue knit tucks over the edge, over and over some massless thing the fishermen cannot see. They go by...

by Mark Belair / Poetry / A dark cloud cover broods by hauling a hole above which a darker, yet colder cloud cover holds. * Ice cubes,...

by Meghan Kemp-Gee / Poetry / It’s January 2006 and here’s how cold it is: Everyone’s wearing armor under their jeans. It’s a clear day...

by Claire Olivares / Poetry / The broken Japanese vase offered with sorrow colors of a clear river not just a vessel for holding blooms...

by Gail Nielsen / Poetry / I once threw caution to the wind but the direction changed, and it was snagged by the branch of an aspen at...