by Charlene Langfur

Some days I am exactly here with everything.

Chasing the obvious into the middle of nothing,

swaying like the fan palm trees in the desert wind,

by David James

If there is a God, she must

be in this flower and this cool wind

blowing in my face, the massive clouds

drifting overhead against a blue I can’t name.

by Wayne Bornholdt

I bought a pound of certainty,

emptied the contents

into the chipped porcelain bowl-

mixed two parts water with vinegar

by Conner Cowan

I watched you tear books apart today.

The psychology textbook,

Astrology,

by Conner Cowan

Of all the ways for an ending,

would it not be best in

a blaze?

by E. R. Skulmoski

His body hung

on the classroom wall

and all I could

after torrin a. greathouse

by E. R. Skulmoski

;

Many times I have been told I am a Jonah over confrontational coffee in styrofoam cups.

for M

by E. R. Skulmoski

No. I do not want wildfires to be a metaphor

any more than 43,000 hectares of forests

midrash qatan* on Luke 15

by Matthew E. Henry

sometimes you must abandon the children,

leave the 23 for the one whose face is melting

midrash qatan* on Genesis 3

by Matthew E. Henry

she asked if an intersectional,

antiracist reading

by Matt Stanley

What’s a salmon think

when a raptor swoops in

to snatch it into the sky?

by Maxim D. Shrayer

I bought my kipa

from an old mystic

who spends his days

by Hope Engel

hello hello

it was the Great Day of Closure / the Great Day of Tears and Rain on my Face / the Last Saltwater-

by Justin Lacour

The semester you got saved,

you gave me all your White Zombie albums,

as if this kindness would make me love you,

by Jonathan Chan

flames lick the air of easter,

held to the point

of dew. each papered grief

by Susan Shea

I’ve run into her a few times while

she was moving at a dove-like pace.

by Susan Shea

You were only nine years old

when I gave us drink from the

Royal Albert Sonnet Series

by Caleb Westbrook

Closing my eyes, I smell the salt-licked air.

Leave the calendar leafs hanging like a criminal,

chores and choices nailed right and left of pending prayers.

by Roberta Murphy

Because Uncle was dying, I wasn’t allowed to go to the Castle Cinema to see Bill Haley in Rock Around the Clock. It was showing for two weeks.