
Before We Give Back the Keys
by Kimmy Chang
You ask if it was empty. / I tell you no one was home.
The Company of Shallow Holes
by Dino Parenti
One unremarkable March day, a man began puncturing random holes in his withered pasture with a post-hole digger.
What I Most Love About God is His Love of Basketball
by Carlos Andrés Gómez
How could I not believe in God / when He loves basketball / this much?
Gravity
by Alexei Varah
I no longer find it romantic, / how fireflies really do look like flickering stars
Deep Winter, Deep Cold
by Hayden Saunier
but there she lay, / bright blue brushstrokes / edged with black / against gleaming, solid white
Ode to My Breasts
by Erika Walker
light a candle, open the window / play your flute / let’s be honest / I don’t know how to do this
Notes to My Father
by Karen Paul Holmes
I never wrote just you, always you and Mother. / From camp, 1964, when one girl’s wails / started a cry-fest in our cabin. Please, please come get me
You’ve Got to be Vigilant, Wes
by Emily Rinkema
I think about killing people all the time.
Poem-in-the-Box
by Stephen Parrish
Welcome to Poem-in-the-Box. How may I help you?
The Cartographers
by Alexander Weinstein
Publicly, we sold memories under Quimbly, Barrett & Woods, but when it was just the three of us, working late into the night, we thought of ourselves as mapmakers.












