POEMS: Testimony: Les Impressionnistes en privé; The French Word for “Sky”; and Gustave Moreau
BIOGRAPHY: Richard Jones
"There are many blues, / but this is Mediterranean blue— / eternal blue of the Greek gods / and light-drenched sea and sky."
BIOGRAPHY: Kelly Butler
"I hear the universe is dying / and its death is easy to measure / like my grandmother’s hairbrush / against my young hand."
POEMS: In Youngsville; When You Pray for Water; and Water Birth
BIOGRAPHY: Tyree Daye
"I was watered in the pot / of a flood women’s daughter, / she let the weeds / grow beside me until I almost chocked, / then cut them away and told me to bloom."
POEM: Yamaha in Slow Motion
BIOGRAPHY: Samantha Kennedy
"The birch trees wash into a mile long watercolor / when she feels the collision. She's lifted, caught / against a branch, and thinks her mother / was right: this boy is bad."
POEM: from The Introvert’s Guide to Dreams
BIOGRAPHY: Brian Clifton
"You fall to your knees; your intestines spill out. You look up. There is no man. There are no intestines sloshing out of you."
POEM: To the Observatory
BIOGRAPHY: Olivia Olson
"We’ll watch the traffic of stars pulse / over the span / of several nights, compare / their whorl to your fingertips, / to the sluice / of cinnamon in coffee, to this / summer spreading over the last."
POEM: On Significance
BIOGRAPHY: Timothy Greenup
"The headlines say that yesterday an elk was spotted near the schoolhouse, and supposedly the 90-year-old wheelchair bound war hero was bludgeoned to death when his drug deal went bad."
POEMS: Wilderness, Poetry, Sex and Song of the Husbands
BIOGRAPHY: Kerri Webster
": red grasses underwater, flat / with the weight of water / also a blue and yellow oar / also a blue spot on the river floor / maybe a portal"
POEMS: Soap Logic and #Melancholia
BIOGRAPHY: sam sax
"The father of me / Isn’t an ape, hardly / Homo at all. he is a blade / You must clean / Each evening or else / He rusts completely shut."
POEMS: Recipe: Dak-dori-tang and Passage, 1951
BIOGRAPHY: J.H. Yun
"I feared we would never un-wild ourselves. / But this way, at least, we were fed. / A few pouches of stolen grains or a strip / of jerky still damp with sweat. / We grew to love the iron in death."
BIOGRAPHY: Willie VerSteeg
"This was new, / unwanted accord, / and I became aware / of the dusted light / in which he saw me."
Emily Rose Cole
POEM: All I Wanted
BIOGRAPHY: Emily Rose Cole
"Six was the turning point, you’d say, / six was proof the earth could still breathe / through the black frost in its lungs."
POEM: What's in the Steamer Trunk?
BIOGRAPHY: Owen McLeod
"Quiet, ghosts. Lie down with me / in front of morning chatter shows. / We’ll learn how to crack & cook / an egg & that does it for the day."
POEM: Hand Song
BIOGRAPHY: Lea Marshall
"We rest, leaf-curled. / We work – flex and hold / pen / steering wheel / fork."
POEM: A Lollipop Is Not Limited
BIOGRAPHY: Ricky Garni
"A lollipop can have anything inside of it / as long as it is sweet / and round // it must be so sweet that you say / I forget."