Sefeed

by Mathew Javidi

If I could go back, / I would have clutched my tongue, / not let it pirouette into / the soft, dim spotlight of / your living room

Monastery

by Alicia Lai

Once I entered into a symbiotic relationship with a praying mantis, wings folded / at our altar of Queen Anne’s lace. There is wine on the table—father, please don’t / let the calf bleed on me.

Dark Rum & Tonic

by Molly Fisk

Sometimes what you need is a road / house, blast of laughter and warm air pouring / out the door, where the waitresses know / your name but the customers don’t

A Capitalist Back to Nature

by Robert S. King

Here is the last forest that has never / heard the crisp snap of a dollar / or a siren louder than a crow. / Here the wind does not honor / the borders of a deed.

Five by Perchik

by Simon Perchik

This dirt still mimics sweat / lies down alongside, unsure / your lips would quiet it / though the finger that is familiar / probably is yours –could be enough

Letter to Francisco

by Mark Ramirez

I wonder what it feels like to die; to feel the rhythm of your body / fall to rest as you watch your final breath dissipate, / to speak only through dreams and the grainy film of memory.

Weeding

by Art Nahill

Kneeling amidst / the camellias, roses / culling the self / sown from the cultivated / the disdained / from the highly-regarded / I’m reminded / how circumstance / defines us

Red Apple

by Rustin Larson

I soak my sleeve in water just to foul things up a bit, / Create a small level of misery, to keep the defense / Honest.

Garden Constellations

by Amie Sharp

The yard looks still. / Winds riffle green-coin / leaves, slim white-preened bark.

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