Psalmodie

Sarah Wallis   It has ancient prayer in it, lifts us to clarity and makes your body sing, tracing bardic tradition tattooed upon your scapular, triangulations of the harp with the strings redrawn on the white cast that covers your arm, pain runs to your shoulder...

A Butterfly From Eight Years Ago

Yuu Ikeda   A butterfly from eight years ago is weeping on my chest Wearing scales dyed in blood, the butterfly is wavering silently Colorless but beautiful tears mix with moonlight The butterfly from eight years ago laments future me, and is weeping The...

American Sentences: Show

Patrick Nevins   The show’s either at the VFW or the old Laser Tag. Avail from Richmond, Virginia, and local bands Big Wheel and Endpoint. Here’s a fresh Sharpie if you feel like X-ing up before we head out. Let’s hit Taco Bell first; three tacos plus tax are a...

#overheard

Timothy Thomas McNeely   Too much food left lying around uneaten by ants – hot dogs, French fries, RC Cola, all of it. I used the time when I was going to call my mom to bring about a fruit fly apocalypse. I’ll call my mom tomorrow. She’ll be happy that I’ve...

Questions to a Snake

Raegen Pietrucha   Tell me—I can’t remember— where did you first enter, and tell me, how many other times had you tracked me before? When did you first slither into me, before I could remember, start bolting my cage, edge my talons sharper? Did nothing register...

Sounds Wake Up My Silence

Roberta Santlofer   Sounds wake up my silence and I am extricated. The buzzing and the screeching and the beeping of city Life no longer hold me to ordinary gripe. The city’s wheels, turning continuously absurd, Smashing steel and flesh similarly, I now can laugh...