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“Dolphins That Spend Mambo” by Halina Duraj
Ruthie poses next to the angel and says it’s weird to post next to the tombstone. … She kneel-squats instead of standing and that’s better. She doesn’t look so tall, by which I guess I mean so alive.
“Dark Place” by Robert Martin
I got up and went to the bathroom because I was having so many unarticulated feelings that they oozed right out of me.
“The Words to Say It” by Rosanna Staffa
Excited, he hugged me so tightly it hurt. He wouldn’t let go. I had to wear long sleeves to cover the marks left by his fingers.
“Crying, Dunkin Donuts, and Men Who Look Like My Father” by Katie Walsh
My sister, Maggie, told me once that the sight of a plastic deli bag full of sliced turkey sitting on her kitchen counter reminded her so much of Dad, she started to cry. A deli bag.
“My Oxytocin Moment Was Weirder Than Yours” by Kim McFarden
Fluorescent bulbs illuminate the intimate folds between my legs where a crowd gathers in the tradition of modern childbirth, craning their necks.
“Silver Dollar Drive-In” by Harrison Candelaria Fletcher
We saw parts of ourselves tied down and held captive by run-on frames of the American Dream.
“Ritual” by Janelle Cordero
his neighbors ask him why he doesn’t just buy a damn radio / that’s not the point /
Two Poems by Valerie Nieman
“Our Hands Were Once Webbed”
“I Left the Old Country”
you cannot count the beads I knit
into an acceptable face.
Two Poems by Nur Turkmani
“Car Rides to There”
“Baqā, or a Night of Sufi Music”
One day the sky is purple eyeshadow, the next day it’s something else.
“Summon” by John Sibley Williams
After centuries of playing at manhood, say:
the borders have softened.
Three Poems by Gail Martin
“The Canary in My Heart”
“The Sky Is Not Falling, People, It’s Just Architecture”
That point where the eye can no longer take you
is what interests me
“Whisk” by Deborah Davidovits
arms and legs
whisk the water
“Moby Dick Was a Good Man” by Stephen Hitchcock
What I want to say is how terrifying the world is.
So I’ll say it
“If I Lived in a Soap Opera” by Morgan Eklund
I like how everyone forgives him—
I like how they all come back—
Two Poems by Ron Stottlemyer
Something always left over
at the end of the day, never just arrived.
Two Poems by Allan Peterson
The world began because the lights came on