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Lust Fragments 13, 14, & 15 by Joe Nasta

September 6, 2020

It was oh, so sweet with my knees / at his feet when I thought / that it made me mean anything.

The Czar of Love is Dead by Cora Hyatt

September 6, 2020

Tell all the girls on the street / and the boys in diners with stars in their eyes.

Emily as I Prepare The Meal-Kit Pork Carnitas Bowl by Darren C. Demaree

September 6, 2020

There is an owl / that visits the / that visits the dying / tree that fell

Undiagnosis by Jacob Nantz

September 6, 2020

I could see my breath as I cursed you / to hurry.

We Can Learn From This, You Know by Jacob Nantz

By Five SouthSeptember 6, 2020

We all have vices,

& who’s to say whose are worse if we’re

all buried in the end?

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.