Jabber
by Mary Novokhovsky
I want to tell you I love you in my mother’s tongue
by Kennedy Gale
i cant write this
i dont know why i am pretending that i can write this
by Patrick T. Reardon
All he knew of starsin his gray asphalt neighborhood was broken glass.The two-flat brick Chicago wall was his sacred writ.
by Mira Cameron
The April rain, gray wind and sky / bird song choral rafters / preference to the evergreen.
by Sunyata Courie
i awake suddenly as though dropped into being
and wonder if last night really happened
or if it was a dream
by Will Dancer
My brother was a sword swallower
He would swallow swords for hours
For a few dollars