Stephanie Angelini
headline of the Boston Globe
I think of her
speaking to herself in Russian
her son propping up his salt and pepper temple
on the edge of the upright piano
left in the hall between the bathrooms
and the cafeteria
Read MoreMatthew Andrews
You know how when you lift up a large rock
and chuck it over a bridge it makes that strange
sound, like its inhaling noise rather than projecting
Read MoreVasantha Sambamurti
A raw half cup of rice
incubated for 23 minutes:
Its water rises in flaccid grey bubbles and
whispers secrets to itself –
probably about the stink I’m making.
Read MoreDevon Balwit
Teaching, I see my face, a sheet someone forgot
to straighten after a morning of lovemaking, a backdrop
Read MoreM. Bennett
chapped lips leaving a hazy taste on my tongue—
another taste from some discount
lemon glaze chicken tossed in my cart
after another sweaty shift stocking shelves—
Read MoreKen Craft
The dog chewed the leather bookmark
you made me last Christmas.
I left it on the floor while reading that
book about diet and pain you bought,
as if all this can be laid at the feet
Read MoreHolly Allen
We pile onto the creaking couch,
its skin splitting,
its legs moaning,
like young chicks in a feathered pile,
Read MoreIan Von Fange
Down forty yards of slow-sloping hill with his long thin pole
bobbing, curved taut with the line, he finally reaches the lake and sets
his chair and cracks a beer and waits.
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