
Song
by Rebecca Brock
Writing an ordinary email to my son’s teacher, / about missed work or a deadline, I type / the word ‘song’ instead of son
Favored
by Brendan Constantine
The Gods promised me power and a goldfish / in a plastic bag.
The Broke Side of Austin
by Lauri Maerov
Day after New Year’s, I buried my husband Curtis, who should have died of shame but pancreatic cancer got him first.
Outline
by E.M. Dasche
I’ve never seen such a beautiful sunrise: blackberry purple fading into sherbet orange and all the other delicious colors in between.
My Letter to the World
by Valentina Gnup
It’s about love. It is always and only about love.
The Illusion of Permanence
by John FitzGerald
The mirage dissolves looking out the same window you have since childhood, except you’re in your forties now and the daydream glaze in your eyes reflects for sale signs.
The Reach
by Trent Lewin
Pick a star, a voice reminds me. Follow it. Do something big.
Adult Daughters
by Karen Paul Holmes
A friend tells me about her flight last week: / She watched a grown daughter fall asleep— / head on a mother’s shoulder
All the Noise in the World
by Laila Chudgar
I didn’t mean it when I said that the sky / Was yellow and the sun was green
When It Pours
by Bethany Jarmul
It’s blurry out there, my four-year-old son says of the downpour, / as if rain’s essential quality is not its wetness












