Self-Portrait as Han to Leia, On Hoth by Amorak Huey
Fire and Jewel by Sydney Lea
Bullet by Dennis Hinrichsen
Haptic Perception by Athena Kildegaard
Maria of the Rotting Face by Emily Jaeger
The Day After a Girl Sprouted in the Flower Bed by Kathleen McGookey
Two Poems by Carly Joy Miller
Two Poems by Sally Wen Mao
Two Poems by Derrick Austin
Four Poems by Tommye Blount
The Intended by Rebecca Berg
Pivot by Wendy J. Fox
TIDEWATER PSALM by Derrick Austin
…in heaven it is always Autumn
—John Donne, Christmas Sermon, 1624
By sunset, the crickets’ trilling begins
in the airless damp, rich with salt
and the sulfurous fumes the Gulf flags off.
Bristling cattails brush my hands.
The light-crested water rises and falls
like a chest flecked with blonde hairs.
I feel estranged from You.
A shoal of minnows breaks, silvering
my ankles, like a mirror; my heart swims
in gladness at the changeable world.
Tell me in heaven it’s warm enough to wade
into this fine transparence, never want for air,
only light and water, and be as the river
flowing into the sea which gives up its name.