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Sonnet for Trans Lifeline & February 2017

by Sam Rush & for Kai It snowed last week & the clouds slept lower.I wonder where your body went without you,who unraveled it & what came falling from their mouths. I think of you; a weighted sky; dirt, loosening itself in welcome; what it is to bury: to deem ready to give back; to kill: to call aContinue reading “Sonnet for Trans Lifeline & February 2017”

A SHINING EXAMPLE OF HOW AN HONEST, KIND, STRONG, AND RESPONSIBLE MAN LIVES HIS LIFE

by Dana Whtvr I set down my flaming sword long enough to stare intoa hunting trip photo at my Grandfather’s memorial. It shows two men, and him between them ina dress and wig-hilarious joke (everyonelaughed), “abomination” an Unclescoffs casual-like now, tells story: “that’s the ugliest womanI ever saw” man driving by says to man in passengerContinue reading “A SHINING EXAMPLE OF HOW AN HONEST, KIND, STRONG, AND RESPONSIBLE MAN LIVES HIS LIFE”

Different Ways to Say the Word ‘Thug’

by Dagmawe Berhanu 1. Trigger happy target 2. Archangel of the burnt and bruised 3. Newport ash on a papi store floor4. Pants way passed where his mama taught 5. It’s my car sir6. Ocean front scalp 7. Jesus in hiding 8. Unintentional vaudeville show 9. Fireflies in his palms 10. A friend’s blood 11. Tomorrow’s bedside prayer 12. Tonight’s prime time special 13. It’sContinue reading “Different Ways to Say the Word ‘Thug’”

I Sang It in a Love Song, So It Must Be True

by Alison Kronstadt Sometimes I wish I could stop you from talking when I hear the silly things you sayAlison, I know this world is killing youOh Alison, my aim is true– Elvis Costello, “Alison” I was named for a catcall strung out into three verses and a chorus Balladdrowning in mystery fansites say she’s aContinue reading “I Sang It in a Love Song, So It Must Be True”

Replication of a Miracle

by Katherine Indermaur For Owen Steinmann (2016-2017) Sugars trickle from maples’ taut trunks, sappingsummer energy, the crystallized light of wanting to stay alive. But what melody the drops make a manfrom a pulpit always says as they leap out the spout, percuss the bucket’s galvanized bottom. Yes, such sweetvasculature and saccharine, this living always toward death. He callsContinue reading “Replication of a Miracle”