White
By Leona SevickInstead, I spotted our mother in a tiny
chair in the back row, her blue-black head
shining unnaturally. She was dressed in
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I Will Tell Her about Icarus
By Patricia Davisabout his sister how she
wanted
to be light
built night in her ribs
from Forgetting Willie James Jones
By David Tomas MartinezIt's not water to wine to swallow harm,
though many of us have,
and changing the name
azul / lejos
By Pablo Miguel Martinezthe math of dance
the math of breath
counting 4 / 4
The Therapist Says to Talk Through Your Door in Case You’re Listening
By Elizabeth AcevedoRob, my heart is a peeled clementine and I don't wince
anymore when you stick your thumb in the hollow middle,
pull apart. You don't even swallow these pieces
Abortion in the Garden of Eden
By Venus ThrashDeep in the heart of the Garden of Eden,
past the Euphrates & Tigris riverbanks,
the marsh grass, reed beds, bulrushes,
My Mission is to Surprise and Delight
By Sheila BlackSheila Black reads "My Mission is to Surprise & Delight" at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
My daughter works in the Apple Store--the Help Center, open 24-7,
people from all fifty states, angry because their iPhones
malfunctioned or they don't know how to program their data
Single Twin Band Crush
By celeste doaksAaron and Anita, the first real twins I ever personally knew,
drum majored our ragged band in high school called--
the Marching LaSalle Lions. Anita was the outgoing,
No. 13, for Remembering
By Naomi AyalaTwo blocks away
where yellow cabs
zip by without stopping