CALI KOPCZICK
They walked into the funeral home ready to beat a dead horse.
It had run on, the river and the horse in it.
Author: Staff
CALI KOPCZICK
T. DALLAS SAYLOR
On the Plain of Dura in the Province of Delaware
that’s the kind of angel I’d be
a ballplayer, like everyone else in heaven
L. A. JOHNSON
Hidden Meadow
the meadow submits
to cold hands
BLANCA VARELA
[You struck the empty bell . . .]
translation by Lisa Allen Ortiz and Sara Daniele Rivera
This is not the realm of will or desire.
TODD KANEKO
David Carradine
so many ways of talking about the body’s grace
HENRIETTA GOODMAN
Antillia
as though death is a bedroom you’re swept into / by a passion so strong you don’t care what thread / and buttons you scatter behind
DAVID RODERICK
Three Horses
I wonder if they’d carry / the sadness of a man like me.
ADA LIMÓN
Only the Faintest Blue
I felt most myself by the river.
HOA NGUYEN
Two Poems
rain is a blessing from god she said
covered in hose water and mud
JOHNNY HORTON
Labor
I found myself in the maternity ward, facing
someone else’s child