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Brandon C. Spalletta
The first lies in wait just out of sight. The word yes seems more promising than warmth after winter’s bite. The preceding days are long like sunlight reaching down through the canopy to bless your new forest of discovery until you thoughtlessly push through some thicker brush to step into the sixth week and your…
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Megan Wildhood
of the Oso Landslide in WA State in 2014, still the deadliest in US History as of 2022 hillside slides cribwalled in medics and pills and coached-up hope that latest land lost under water weight will be the last, and digging from both lawyers and engineers will ensure it, will be truth-making but nothing is…
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Cassandra Caverhill
Each filament of shed hair seeks coupling, and I can’t blame what leaves my body when I want more than what I’m given. Mom says I’m a low-maintenance woman, not a no-maintenance woman. I buy myself bouquets; sunlight reveals a strand in spokes of verbena. I unravel its grip, a scarf slipping from an elegant…
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Katrina Kaye
The wildflowers will not survive. A mumble and murmur stomping the surface of the earth has displaced their fragile roots. The smoke will rise, scatter, stumble in the wind. The gentle opening of petals to sun will be smothered by air clouded over by a thick explosion of bravado. The wildflowers will not survive, but…
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Casey Aimer
Let’s reinvent digital love, eliminate names from our histories until we can’t search for anything except each other. Our avatars met at a freefall punk show, unsanctioned sounds amplifying an atmosphere while we moshed like pinballs among endless mist. For dates we floated into 3D art show renders, copyrights be damned, superimposed our interpretations atop…