Spruce Traps | Jordan Marzka

"Buried in a pit of snow was the place to begin, so it began. The weight pressed downward on the body, as the body yielded to the mind. The mind pressed itself against the narrative of it all..."

Love in the End Times, What to Do with the Girl on the Dance Floor | Lydia Bennett

"The pink hot light of your glance / Is enough to have me in hiccups. / Fitful grapefruits, / spaying from my dancing body. / I’d bite, but I know the bitterness / to be a fruit fly, that unsettles my appetite..."

Anagram of My Name Ending in Agreement | Marceline White

"Meanwhile, I entrance, rain nectar in tree / create menace, mine wealthier men / Meanwhile, I cartwheel, enact / entire arc in air, nice / Meanwhile I mince..."

Heart-Foal | Lily Holloway

"Today a self that burns to look at ditched roadside / [not sure abandonment is self-flagellation or survival] / broke open and spiraled out / another junked failure-self..."

Postapocalypto | Charles Byrne

"Call it a letter to the soil and sea and air, / A love letter to the Earth we once knew, / Its once-warm embrace— / We say, in fondest adumbration, / Don’t hold tight..."

Selected Poems | Makayla Gay

"Have I told you how badly I wanted to lift the shroud of Saint Basil of Ostrog / to see if the smell of basil lingered in his bones? / I didn’t— / not because I’m scared of the dead or the sacred..."