Xiaoly Li

Xiaoly Li

Island of Cows-São Miguel, Azores Primavera tries to cross past the wireto reach the fallen golden nêsperas.I stroke her head. She nibbles my clothes. HerMaya-blue irises beam through my heart.She licks my cheek with her warm, softsandpaper tongue. She and her pals...
BRENNA WOMER

BRENNA WOMER

when the job you worked your ass off for is givento an older white man with a soul patch, you askyour husband to fuck you with the lights on— and he obliges, because he loves you and also loves fucking you// he’s good at it, but even still, you have to try not to...
Leona Sevick

Leona Sevick

Sokcho, South Korea Five and a half hours in the back of a rented vanwith the people you love most now least in thisworld will make you embrace almost any city,even one that lies just north of the 38th parallel,thirty miles from North Korea. Looking outat those...
Afloat

Afloat

One of our dear editors died in his sleep January 27. J. Wesley Clark published some 400 poems in a writing career that began in El Paso and Mexico City as a stringer for the wire services in the early 1960s. Prior to that, he served with the 82nd Airborne as a...
Heather Nelson

Heather Nelson

Sophia’s Away at Ballet Intensive This morning the mirror over her dresser shows only leafshadows and dappled light through curtains covered withgrey and blue birds. She’s been away for a month, and herroom is untouched. I hesitate in the doorway, knowing thatmy...
Laurie Blauner

Laurie Blauner

Lopsided I live in a world of my making. News reaches meand crawls away to make space for more; a cat resides there, maybethe ghost of my former cat, or a stray sleeping with my husband;I prune plants in order to see the foldable cloud-filled sky; housestranspose...