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Poem in Which the Past Envies the Present by Joanna Grant

August 31, 2021

I read of this in my book of myth / and thought to myself of the old house / with its stains …

August 31, 2021

I tell night to wait and thank God for his ears.

August 24, 2021

a tumor of grief swells in the belly

August 24, 2021

When that car rolled out of the darkness, there were four people there, watching it come.

August 17, 2021

All we have are the pieces of days we collect / like tulips in a jar on the kitchen table—

A Parisian Affair by Kevin Wranovix
Inspiration is a foggy fellow, emerging from nothing, dissipating into nothing, answering to nothing.
Our Theseus by Nathan Jefferson
Last week he was a dishwasher who his coworkers called Ricky. Today he’s a day laborer named Eddie, clearing a pair of fallen trees off a new build’s lawn and fixing up a large garden. Rotting plank ripped out, new plank inserted.
Robbing the Pillars by Marie Goyette
Ruth stood on the narrow iron bridge, gripping her father’s obsidian necklace, and wondered how many years it would take before the river wore them both down to nothing.
The Call by Eben E. B. Bein
I hungered into that quiet until— there—unbelievable!— a wolf spider scuttled onto a leaf.
Saturation by Claire Oleson
I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.