House of Cards-Katherine Prochnow

Queen of Hearts. That’s you. That’s you, mother. Your face holy and royal. I wish I could be as regal. As stone cold. You are my home. Ever since I was in the womb. Ever since I was a child on the playground. Ever since I fell off the slide and slammed into the wood …

Modern Mistress of the Moon-Candice Rankin

My Persians’ eyes are nothing like a doe; Bitter like coffee they stain my face, glare; The center of her face: a beak, not nose; Brushing high cheeks and black hairs speak. Compare? Pale like milk her body sticks to my life, Her voice twirls like burlap and smoke, it crests To place that promise, …

North To Searchlight, Las Vegas-Bella Pori

New girl leans on sticky country tabletop bars and wonders why she ever thought there would be more for her. Eight songs in to a never ending set she tries to croon the way they leer, but can’t match it. Some of them men who come with their clean boots and too big trucks they …

The U.C.- Noreen Graf

  The dog brought in an umbilical cord and laid it at my feet. It was from the banana tree which my nihilist girlfriend says is merely a plant part. I know better. Not that I have seen a U.C., in the flesh. I haven’t. The dog tore this one from a mother tree and …

Deserving- Joann Cohen

Mother my poetry belongs to you You grew me in your sacred body You nurtured me in a world of chaos You taught me manners and how to take care of myself All while sacrificing your very own dreams of becoming your dream Where do I begin to say Thank you? How do I honor …

Postcard 12-Corey Ruzicano

i have this picture in my head from a few years ago                      just a few frames                      just a snatch of maybe seven seconds of you standing to greet me from the table of some tiny thai restaurant and the light from telegraph avenue fills your whole face with the …

Vagabond Boys-Starr Williams

If absence makes the heart grow fonder, it makes me question the heart. There is a difference, after all, between iced tea and fresh; There is a difference between metaphor and nervous words. Memory and moment. Maybe that’s why I love myself more now. You thought this would be about you, didn’t you? (You wouldn’t, …

Moments Before Death- Matthew Stegman

A bell is going to ring, old and rusty, it chimes a song you only hear once, and then it fades into obscurity. This is self-transcendence, without knowing where you’re going. Half of it is trusting the destination knows you’re coming. The other half is timing. Wouldn’t it be embarrasing to show up, and no …

Broken-Karran Finlay

Shards of glass held together with glitter school glue, still cut and fall apart when they’re broken from the start.   KARRAN FINLAY Karran Finlay was born and raised in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Her career in marketing and communications moved her to several major cities throughout Canada. In 2017, she moved back to Edmonton, where she …

The Boy And The Demon-Ryan K. Rusell

The Boy and The Demon I fed the boy to the demon. Crown first the way his mother bore him. The monster was more teeth than jaw. Yellow eyes, slit, like that of a serpent. Broad nose, pointed ears. He danced on four legs like that of a stead. Claws the size of pitch forks. …