The Likes of Us

by Ken Holland
Another ancient folk singer has died / and of course out come your stories

Ars Poetica with Clickbait

by Rebecca Foust
I’m sure it’s clickbait, a girl pulling and pulling / a line from a hole in the ice for what seems / like an hour

Blood and Ink

by Chris Atkin
I decided a long time ago I wanted one tattoo. / A single image that screams of self, / meant to say all the things I cannot find the words for.

Glyphs of a Gentle Going

by B. Fulton Jennes
My neighbor, a widower, vows / that his house will be / so death-cleaned on his demise / that his daughter’s only worry / will be to return the library book / laid to rest on his nightstand.

Checking Out

by Claire Matturro
Checking out in a long line / my mind on what the hell / I’m fixing for supper / I notice the guy in front of / me has a gun strapped to his hip

If it Wasn’t for You

by Bill Ratner
I’d be a baby without skin, a parrot / without a little soap-shaped food cake, / a truck driver out of a job.

Gospel

by Roy Bentley
I was raised with religion, if you count my granny Potter / reading to me from The King James Bible

Three Prose Poems

by Kathleen Rooney
This day could use the excitement of receiving a surprise package. Even better if that package reads THIS SIDE UP.

Caney Fork

by Annette Sisson
Autumn crisps the tapering light, / oak pulls on its auburn duster.