by Chrissie Burke
when I told him about how a single flower symbolizes a dead child’s
existance
he was flabbergasted
and enraged
because the substance supporting hope became
evidence
supporting
hopelessness.
by Persis M. Karim
She can feel his voice
breaking across
her body,
calling something out
in her. She wants to know
this story.
In the story of lost passports
and fathers, the ones they’ve never
had, she senses another
story. The way they name
themselves. The languages
that lie hidden in the throats
of their past.
by Ed Coletti
furious flapping
frantic brown towhee
sudoku solver
without an eraser
miniscule logic
crazed exit seeker
no rhyme or reason
all bump and banging
by Phillip M. Roberts
Trees circulate
light through
verdant foliated crowns
delivered seven minutes
from the sun.
Morning birds flock
in shadowy constellations
(anti-stars)
wings sound like brittle
wind rattled leaves.
Rape of a Nation
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