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I Am No Beekeeper
by Arya Samuelson
My housemate sleeps all day, makes art all night, and paints giant bees.
Back to Me: A Love Letter, on purpose
by Stephanie Vanderslice
I find you on your back, on the floor in front of the sink. Your eyes, your beautiful blue eyes, are open, but you are not breathing.
What He Won’t Tell You
by Sharon Gelman
Once you have a conversation, he can’t stop thinking about your husky voice.
On Doing Good
by James Wyshynski
I turn the corner, and see them. She leans against / the passenger side fender. He is a pair of legs sticking out / between the headlights
The Body Holds Onto What it Needs
by Tommy Dean
They sit in camping chairs, at the edge of the lake, the water murky as they wait for the dark to crown the night and the fireworks to start.
Button Bus
by Chris Cottom
The old lady raising her arm at the Co-op bus stop has a jaunty feather in her hat, like William Tell.
Waiting for the Results of a Biopsy
by Michelle Matz
Did you know that tree roots hold hands underground / and tree-whisper distress?
Five Things
by Emily Rinkema
When you called me to tell me about Charlie, I was weeding the garden, my knees pressed into the soil and the sun sharp on my neck.
Eat Your Lunch and Cause a Little Trouble
by Chris Atkin
On the first day of class I write a question on the board, / “Who are you really?” then tell them “use your words.”
Snake Plant and Other Things I Can’t Explain
by Marissa Glover
When my coworker blames his anger / on “personal issues,” which is to say, / family trauma triggered by a loved one’s / death, I want to tell him about you.
It all began around a campfire…
Beautiful language
is meant to be heard as well as read, and in fact words were vocalized eons before they were ever committed to clay or parchment. Storytelling began around campfires. We seek prose and poetry that continue the tradition.
Contributor Spotlight:
You Are Leaving the American Sector
by Rebecca Foust
Open Contests
by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review
