The Cancer Fairy by Judith Swann
It was a small dark body, like a mouse.
Unemployed, it still drove the car,
pushing the TV out the passenger-side door,
yellow chyme and bile the color of grass,
like...
Soul Vision by Lori Levy
We can’t hide here—the only two white women
in the front row of the Crossroads Theater in south L.A.,
where Isaac, the black man, stands on stage like a...
[POEM] Tricycle Trip in the Mesilla Valley by John Russell Monagle
A new poem by John Russell Monagle
Patriotism Reconsidered by Lucinda Marshall
Ed. Note: Another in our series of poems by writers who participated in Arlington Writers Resist.
My anthem is the serenade of birds,
sung without regard for map lines
delineating...
Statue in the Shallows by Rebecca Leet
Odd. Just plain odd. No other word for it.
It’s hard to see, against the backdrop
of beech and brush at the edge of the river.
Fisherfolk stare across the...
