Sonnet, by Lilah Katcher
In windows behind the night glassof my second story bedroom, I seeyour one green eye as bright as a dying star.
In Forests We Haven’t Bothered to Name, by E.B. Schnepp
there once was a girl who forgot everything,who named herself Gretel.
Two Poems, by Christian Woodard
To say the scene: sagebrush
where the deer come to rest
from valley lights, farm trucks.
They step from the corn
Two Birds Named Heat and Hunger, by Emma Watson
Once upon a time a woman who hated birds married a woman
who owned a parrot that would live forever.
Five Poems, by Amber Shockley
Last time we met, I was most
like a bride as I have ever been.
The Human Animal, by Jennie Malboeuf
Charles Manson is Dead as the world loses order,
chokes itself in a pell-mell haze.
Two Poems, by Ariana Brown
it is christmas eve in my grandmother's house & everyone is in love with your gap tooth.
Two Poems, by Benjamin Garcia
Crab—because they skitter sidelong—might counter your clockwise.
Pheasant for fear of your luck taking wing. As Emily Dickinson said: hope is a feathered thing.
Love Letter to Brandon Walsh, by Daniel Romo
I had a man crush on you before I was a man, a high school senior
stuck in between popping pimples and failing math, because even
though you just moved to a new school, still dripping in Minnesota
loveliness, turquoise eyes sharper than the depths of every Great
Lake combined
Boy Talking Back to Houston, by Steve Leyva
In the 90’s
I’m asking how not to be
an apparition
these missives avoided like parents leaving
divorce papers unsigned on the empty side of the bed
(B)ODE, by Lucien Mattison
Bo knows,
but I don’t really
because right now
he fashions
arrowheads
Northern Exposure, by Atar Hadari
That season in New York I watched two lovers
nightly on TV, like friends-
Ballistics, by Hillary Jacqmin
I remember you at thirteen,
smoke-singed, scrawny
as a witch, an embryo
mortared in your gut.