Threshold | Wen Jing

"Threshold is a wall. When you look at those orange bricks, you see smears of blood. It’s from the last woman who tried to go through the wall..."

Fealty and Other Poems | Judy Thorn

"If you should ever miss me, take the boat. / If the boat is stalling, jump and fly. / May strong winds float you, levant kids. / I sing for quarters now, into my hat. / Nothing bad I’ve ever done has been without / melody..."

Selected Poems | CS Crowe

"we have so many words / for the act of sifting one thing / from another / sift, sieve, sort, strain / how many of these words / are gentle and soft / in our mouths / thresh, sever, sunder, winnow..."

How the Fire Must Have Started | Kathleen Hellen

"black smoke charring faded floral wallpaper. / they were old, we didn’t know them. call it failure of occupation. the grass untamed. trackless. / the vines that willed a wall. call it failure of attention..."

Loneliness is a Room | Mykyta Ryzhykh

"If anyone knows where this tlanguage of rocks leads then it's a trap / A dead end for people who are looking for something resembling the truth / We drowned like drowned men who have swum out three times..."

Selected Prose Poems | Colleen S. Harris

"My room is rural dark, back field dark, so dark I can read by the wan glow cast from the kitchen light through the crack under my bedroom door, the same dim radiance as this unhurried burn of inflammation..."