Poetry
by Michael Montlack.
“Once a woman who lost her mother / told me the story of a guru rushing / to satisfy his dying mentor’s last wish.”
by Terry Tierney.
“They say the pulses come from a distant galaxy, / an infant cluster in the first moment of birth.”
by Anthony Ageuro.
“I don’t know how I did it, / loved you all those years in the quiet landscape / of a burning vineyard, of a toppling mountain…”
by Lisa Mullenneaux.
“Sometimes she read a book, / listening to music. It was as if / if you got too close you might / catch pregnancy.”
by Dannye Romine Powell.
“You come back, / bent over my things / like a collector, hunched, / touching, wanting to lay claim / to everything.”
by Ricardo Pau-Llosa.
“of ailment breeds / a new season in
flesh. / As if snow were suddenly / caking subtropical thatch roofs, / or the desert sogged up / with bitter rain.”
by Anya Silver.
“Belief comes too easily to the ill. / Miracles fall from their lips like gems, / are worn like secret amulets.”
by Monique Ferrell.
“perhaps there should be another word for depression / we’ve become too accustomed to the sound…”
by Subhaga Crystal Bacon.
“Cancer came and took a lung, / then came and took the rest / of him. And I wasn’t there…”