The Search, Katie Berger

Katie Berger holds an MFA in creative writing from the University of Alabama and lives in Nebraska. She is the author of Time Travel: Theory and Practice, and Swans, both from Dancing Girl Press, as well as a number of poems, stories, and essays that have appeared or are forthcoming in Cherry Tree, Thimble, TheContinue reading “The Search, Katie Berger”

Parade Season, Katie Berger

Katie Berger holds an MFA in creative writing from the University of Alabama and lives in Nebraska. She is the author of Time Travel: Theory and Practice, and Swans, both from Dancing Girl Press, as well as a number of poems, stories, and essays that have appeared or are forthcoming in Cherry Tree, Thimble, TheContinue reading “Parade Season, Katie Berger”

Choir Lessons, Katie Berger

Katie Berger holds an MFA in creative writing from the University of Alabama and lives in Nebraska. She is the author of Time Travel: Theory and Practice, and Swans, both from Dancing Girl Press, as well as a number of poems, stories, and essays that have appeared or are forthcoming in Cherry Tree, Thimble, TheContinue reading “Choir Lessons, Katie Berger”

Primary, Katie Berger

Katie Berger holds an MFA in creative writing from the University of Alabama and lives in Nebraska. She is the author of Time Travel: Theory and Practice, and Swans, both from Dancing Girl Press, as well as a number of poems, stories, and essays that have appeared or are forthcoming in Cherry Tree, Thimble, TheContinue reading “Primary, Katie Berger”

Traffic Light, Katie Berger

Katie Berger holds an MFA in creative writing from the University of Alabama and lives in Nebraska. She is the author of Time Travel: Theory and Practice, and Swans, both from Dancing Girl Press, as well as a number of poems, stories, and essays that have appeared or are forthcoming in Cherry Tree, Thimble, TheContinue reading “Traffic Light, Katie Berger”

What Makes the Dark So Dark, Howie Good

You didn’t look like you anymore. I wasn’t there even when I was. We were living a life of shadows, of echoes, and with some particles capable of switching between the two. “Hey,” the train conductor said, “you all right?” I was like yes, yes, yes, I want to do this. Out the window, IContinue reading “What Makes the Dark So Dark, Howie Good”

Evoke the Name of Oya Knowing she Married War Clothed in Storm: Tormenta and Torment Named her Love, gwendalynn roebke

Floss with a hurricaneBreeze between bicuspidsBite windin two BitchBecause she broughtDeathThough fiends forget there were endingsBefore Its a giftCradle the coastCarry the seaSister all high honeyGoldenTakes attention away from tempest Uproot all latchedToo looselyTo this landSing songs in her imagePour reverenceInto gnashing sky Redeem the breathOf fury * Gwendalynn is a gender nonconforming multiracial BlackContinue reading “Evoke the Name of Oya Knowing she Married War Clothed in Storm: Tormenta and Torment Named her Love, gwendalynn roebke”

The Country House, Nicole Callihan

It’s too cold to open the windows for air,so I pick through the things I leftmore than a month ago, in the last decade.I put away the knives and spoons, the bowls.And sweeping dead flies into the old blue pail,I count twenty-two, their black bodies, their wings.How much can we count over the years?These accumulatedContinue reading “The Country House, Nicole Callihan”

Within Earshot, Bruce McRae

Gifted with a single senseshe heard the earthworm turningin its cot and earthen bedclothes,turning water into passage. She heard bacterial operaswith their casts of trillions.Not without effort she hearda tap root inching towards Assyria,gutting the planet, sipping at soil,embracing dolomite then splitting it. In the way atoms split and how they scream,their pains remarkably immeasurable.WithoutContinue reading “Within Earshot, Bruce McRae”