Oisín in Tír na nÓg by kathryn boudouris i. What is creation in a place without time? Two moments balanced like stones in an arch, each...

Memory Tray by bernard pearson I have come to believe that it is the small pieces, beach combed from a life that can matter most. The...

Visiting Old Bends by angela arnold Every new-old stretch of road seems to settle particles: life stuff once uncannily suspended, me...

Hare & Hand by lois hambleton The standing grain my father called it, meaning what was left, of use. All grain is of the grass he always...

Not Knowing by fionn andrews that he had consumed his closing supper that his tenuous form would fatten no longer that his final forage...

The Atlantis Tapes by george sandifer-smith Ten years after – we were lions back then, in the scream of our parents’ sliding doors. The...

A Portion of Our June by camila hernández under the warm mirror of an afternoon, her body takes back its golden oil, distils the light,...

Gleanings by laurie koensgen My skin was one with summer then, siennaed by the sun and grass-green at the knees and it was never enough...

For Robert, Paddling Across Smooth Water by madeleine french Casting a line through silver morning mist, he waits. With that first tug, I...

1622 Truth Spell by chrissy stegman It was before we knew the crayfish moved backward and away from our bucket. Each creature trying to...

The Possibility of Forgiveness by john robert grogan After ‘I wish I could write to you from underwater’. — Ada Limón When it boils down...

I Grow Tired Of Drowning, For I Am Not A Witch by helen jenks I have written so many things, changed the speaker of my poems like a...

Tiny Golden Ovals Massed Wet and Gleaming by sue chenette where I turn to walk up Jane Street the day damp wind and scudding thought...

Clearing by aoife-marie buckley New Year’s morning, I walk out early to last night’s prow. We all held hands and gave our Auld Lang Syne...

METAMORPHOSIS by zainab abubakar Eid & there is the smell of a busy morning of cloves & someone making tea of green leaves doused in...

Maslow's Pyramid by richard devereux Now you’ve retired, they ask, how will you fill your time? It’s as if they know a sink-hole will...

Window on Pamet Marsh by deirdri reddington for maya Heron stands, neck a blade of salt grass genuflecting skyward like your hands in...

The language of leaves by denise o'hagan Isabella and the pot of basil: A modern retelling (after Boccaccio’s novella in the Decameron,...

Matroyska/Four Ages by claire burnett I clear deadwood / gather discarded angle iron pull away the suspended floor of bindweed /...

and god saw everything he made, and behold, it was very good (genesis 2:31) by stephanie holden you are your own god re born under a ...