Hifsa Ashraf
Poem
artificial intelligence
finch in the road
hurriedly pecking
red umbrellas
Jerome Berglund
common core
needlework
midge bites cover
my aunt
Jerome Berglund
Poem
Jerome Berglund
Poem
Martina Matijević
Poem
nobodys we
barred
but
doing shots
of Absolutest
Millicent Bee
ARCHILOCHUS COLUBRIS
A Bigger Splash
– sorta –
the unseen’s
disruption
but fuchsia
Millicent Bee
Poem
the clarity
of brine shrimp
to a heart
set on
Sea Monkeys
Millicent Bee
from The Surface World
Who shot the Alabama kid? Gunshow cock robin yields to lore. That’s not enough anymore. Chicago on the horizon. Invasions are everywhere. The mesquite trees are winning. It is time of year when the weather can’t settle – right before the assault of the histamines – painted by Nicolas Poussin. Something to look forward to at the bus stop or in the graveyard. I am told we are winning the war.
Seth Copeland
from The Surface World
What survives of the moment must be true to what people were really feeling. This is not boundary stele – bas relief of the smitten Hyksos. Let it be known the people wanted bread.
Stevie runs by stalking something on the floor. Their night is not our fight. They will wake to the same world.
Seth Copeland
