November 2017

Every Snake Needs a Place to Hide

Kathleen Hellen

I might have acted as the violence of language / had commanded. With strike-speed struck /your saddled stick, eight inches balling in a fist, / your heart exploding.

Door

Barry Seiler

Who doesn’t have sympathy for the door / Forever separating the out from the in, / The here from the wherever?

Between the Cities of the Living and the Dead

Scott Atkinson

The boy was perhaps twelve—yes, twelve—and up to no good.  She could tell these things. He had a way of walking, an unperfected swagger he was still trying on like a pair of new and uncomfortable shoes.