THE MINUSES by Jami Macarty | Review by Bill Neumire

The Minuses by Jami Macarty (Fort Collins, CO: The Center for Literary Publishing, 2020, $16.95, 92 pages) Review by Bill Neumire According to Jami Macarty, “Even when there’s a minus—a dear one dies—life keeps living itself. This is the ethos informing the poems of The Minuses.” Macarty’s debut full-length poetry collection hovers through a prepositional […]

Kelly Norah Drukker | CAESURA

CAESURA windowless    the rain mourns black cabs on the highway speed by    empty buses passengers thinned like    weeds no one stops    speaking into tunnels of phones searching    voices for faces wind gleans the alleyways    recycling joggers jog    in place gloves    discarded    fall like broken    geese  […]

Dawn Macdonald | COLD WAR WASH DAY

COLD WAR WASH DAY When we integrated under the curve and the fuel ignited, when push came to rubber glove, and in all the kitchens food fell from plates, …….. we leapt into our holes and made tracks, one small, one just right. …….. One side makes you human. …….. One side wakes you. …….. […]

Robert Hirschfield | CANDLESTICKS

  CANDLESTICKS Candlesticks growling in tallow. How did they get in? Their edges find you. You let yourself bleed. You don’t move. Nothing on the table moves. You are like everything on the table. Even that herring pretending to be asleep.   Author’s Bio Robert Hirschfield is a New York-based poet and freelance writer. His […]

GHOST FACE by Greg Santos | Review by Eleni Zisimatos

Ghost Face by Greg Santos (Montreal, QC: DC Books, 2020, $15.45 CDN, 84 pages.) Review by Eleni Zisimatos Greg Santos is a poet of intense sensibility, who writes between the spaces of the concrete and the unseen. His book, Ghost Face, indeed embarks on the journeys of ghosts: the feelings or awareness that something is […]

Julie Cameron Gray | A DAY OF NOTHING IN THE MULTIVERSE

A DAY OF NOTHING IN THE MULTIVERSE What comes next doesn’t really matter. A stripe of light, watered down, the television a parliament of owls to wind me up, set the tension on an internal spring. Considering this: definitions are softening. What is the world if not an arctic of sound, a bowl of seeds, […]

Emily Chou | SWEETLY

SWEETLY am i wrong to miss it sometimes wrong to miss the midnight ovens glowing hot with bread narrow cobblestone would tight towers cut from other towers wandering through pastel hills just past seven being taken out and ordered for crying on the bed every other week can’t say i’ve ever been a head turner […]

Brennan Sprague | THE BONES

THE BONES The maze of bones sutured by the dark Call of the glass frame—currents shock The wish, the fluorescence. Pour a glass Of God, drown eternity in your throat. Then feel as it disappears. As it rushes Through you, into the brittle of your Fingernail. Then dream of moonrise. Of the pool lit by […]