How to Write a Poem During a Pandemic

by Adina Kopinsky

If, in the middle
of the night, words
come; ignore
 
let the sleeping children
need you
 
though waves 
of light approach
 
let the man with whom you …

Wedding Season

by Meg Stout

Froth of fabric against
boning, structures
of clasp & waist & layers
of cake, tables set
in silver. Cheekbones.
Chair covers. Hush
of an audience standing
up: fabric, again. Clothed

a tree of crows can never sing a festive carol

by Maria S. Picone

“His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.”
—Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

i.

we are wind, 바람. our number, 38.
we are fire singeing
hanging trees. we peck …

They Have Built a Home Over Ours

by Sophia Chong

The yard has been stripped, the hyacinths
along with the rose bushes, petals heavy of dew,
the basket of a child’s undershirt saddled with toys.
Perhaps for the best—Maa mi …

in other news (2020)

by Sophie Klahr

someone ate a bat, they say—that’s how it happened
photographs of empty rush hours     empty vegas empty beaches
 
fake news of swans and dolphins in venice canals

Winter Hatchlings for the New Year

after Norman Dubie

by Ernesto L. Abeytia

Like a Buddhist painting, winter
caps the peaks of Sierra Escalona,
its frosted strawberry trees mourning what’s to come.
Acorn seedlings fleck the ground in soft contrast
and high in …

VALLEY OF WANT

by Ross White

I want & want & the moon
keeps blazing
orange in night sky.
Coyotes keep baying
to the gods who hide
the rabbits.
Like
lemmings & town drunks,
waterfalls keep …

The Fourth of You Lie

by LeConté Dill

And maybe the feds did supply the hood with fireworks
And maybe the fireworks will scare the gentrifiers away
And maybe the gentrifiers will leave the hood
And maybe I’m …

Displaced Bird

by Sean Cho A.

With a grey sky and heavy clouds behind him,
a weatherman holds a tennis ball
up to his head This will be the size of the hail!

Call the cat in.

Zara Wants to Learn English in Armenia

by Shahé Mankerian

Through our monitors, we stare at each other.
The dim light cannot hide the moldy ceiling
behind her. We start. Today we must learn

to speak about the weather. “Are …

The full moon called-in after-hours

by Jen Ryan Onken

Wedged like a mint in the oiled airway of the world,
the Ever Given waits for the moon to pry open
its throat for water. I’ve slid into the couch, a lost 

Moon

by Brooke Sahni