Zygal: H-formed as in yokes, unions. Ours xanthic against a rusty wall and ten rungs tall, the very ladder of our decade. Untether that wood, your word. Take back better, worse, sickness, health. Remove the…
Browsing Category Poetry
287 South by Zachary Lundgren
Took us out of town, out to the hills and barns and acres stretching beyond our eyes. We never knew where the properties stopped but the split-rail fence on the side of this gravel road…
Silent Movie
To rearrange the actors again and want life to imitate art, to want my mother to stop batting her eyelashes and lying upon the train tracks. To want the truth and not some family folklore,…
Tanka (The Cursed Sapling) by Jenna Le
I’d rather make a bonfire by heaping the hazel eyes of my dead forebears than break off a branch of that dried-up hazel tree you once straddled like a horse
Nabokov’s Notecards by Judith Skillman
French panes where you waken—the room smaller, the town foreign. The morning sun prismed, cutting through one house to wing another. The train whistle urgent, its butterflied cars snaking as if through tunnels inside other…