by Nathan Dennis | Jan 11, 2022
Robert van Vliet Everything will change into everything else A scattered blossoming of kidneys and stamens across the prairie hemispheres And you think it matters that you are frightened by the shadows on the cave wall Paint your hand so small And how can that...
by Nathan Dennis | Jan 11, 2022
Jane-Rebecca Cannarella Visit me like Elizabeth did: lying in wait, quiet for many years emerging like the debris from a car crash in one brilliant burst. Placing hands like a preacher concerned about our “earthly encounters” like the terminator, she’s warning...
by Nathan Dennis | Jan 11, 2022
Karl Kliparchuk The sun is shining today. I’m with my family, A happy bunch. We are round and ripe and freckled. A sun kissed tan on our skin. In the spring I was born And began as a blossom. But then I transformed Into a small green orb. As the spring and...
by Nathan Dennis | Jan 11, 2022
Hanna Pachman A Letter from Your Hand Sanitizer You are flashing your vaccinated face and I am pacing, staring at the clock, wanting to pick you up early. To be a hand that has lived is to be exposed to humans and humans are spilled wine. Plants that forget...
by Nathan Dennis | Jan 11, 2022
Luca D’Anselmi Come with me to the basement, where we dry prosciutto from the crisscrossed beams, and keep clay jars of water to humidify the air that’s always evening air, where deep set rows of iron nails have slowly bled their rust down ancient...
by Nathan Dennis | Jan 11, 2022
J-T Kelly It’s hard to get it in the thick of it. The batter blinks as the pitcher sticks it. Your slow head turns — too late! — to see the lips parted and wet where the tongue had just slipped. Miss a moment, miss another. Press stop, rewind what just went by...
