Jen Grace Stewart Keeping House Snow and a slice of moon, two planets dotted like a question mark ask: can you still live?Yes—without—even that. But in half-light, filtered through cloud, or milk wrungthrough cloth. A reduction. The clock winds up and ticks out the hours. I keepthe windows clean and the baskets emptied. Running […]
Category: Winter 2023 Poetry
Jennifer Pons – Last Supper
Jennifer Pons Last Supper The pot of red beans and rice burned, scenting the garage apartment with smoke-memory from Orleans Parish, or that backcountry cabin,the andouille and bacon fat smoothing the texture nicely. We talked for the last time. You saidit was all going to be better now. I nodded because my belly had […]
Sonya Lara – los guantes blancos
Sonya Lara los guantes blancos When my papí was fourteen fifteen sixteen, a young age when bones break knockout-style, he bound his hands with white wraps, beads of sweat forming a gauzed rosary, & stepped into the ring to fight, […]
Lupita Eyde-Tucker – Alausí 1941
Lupita Eyde-Tucker ALAUSÍ 1941 I want to know what she saw that day on the train,tallest man in a land of patuchos What coal-fired sentence picked up enough steam for her to agreeto elope? […]
Nathan Erwin -The Chemung River on Midwinter’s Eve
Nathan Erwin The Chemung River on Midwinter’s Eve Lit like stars, our children’s ashtransmits across the understory. Our kids have moved on, drifted toward war, nodded off in snowbanks, and the lucky few have tumbled out of these hills in half-light. Winter rehabilitation, and if not, Death calls their […]
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May-lee Chai – bones, oracle
May-lee Chai bones, oracle at the end of the world the Chinese dead return. the railroad workers rise from their unmarked graves where they fell and died were buried burned hanged dragged hidden blown to bits the ties of the trans pacific rise one by one unzipping across the nation releasing the dead from […]
