I Didn’t by Kristen Keckler

I Didn’t by Kristen Keckler

I didn’t with my first boyfriend, a track star I used for his prep school windbreaker. His divorced parents, the FBI Special Agent dad I never met, and cold, harried mom I did, seemed to have too many kids, four in...
The Trees of Given Moments

The Trees of Given Moments

for Norman Dubie Editor’s NoteNorman Dubie landed in so many hands, and so many of us landed in his ones. He was a great friend to our press 1978-1980 when it seemed we had no other friends, and his poems were cornerstones of our...
Fifteen Hundred Ladybugs

Fifteen Hundred Ladybugs

have traveled viacarton and my hands to bedsof bark cold with moon because ladies don’tfly at night.  I splash waterin cottage cheese lids to hydrate their huntfor bloom blemishing aphidswhen the sun comes up. Pinched thoraxes, crunchof hearts in mouths.  My...
Rationale by Nina Forsythe

Rationale by Nina Forsythe

Everyone is culpable.Everyone has slung epithets,repeated rumors,stoked resentment,had murderous thoughts.Wars don’t start without hatred,without dehumanization,without a collective fever.Everyone’s participation is required,active or passive,for the war machineto...
Mars Stations Direct by Anne Dyer Stuart

Mars Stations Direct by Anne Dyer Stuart

Each kiss was real once. It lodged in the throat,flung out of a car. It sunk with a pink sun, rose on damp mornings. It dropped its bikenear the high school track and ran instead in insufficient shoes that left blisters.It encouraged someone who never had a chance....