Two Poems by Monica Ferrell

Snowflakes falling on the beaten copper of nightwater, / Filling up the mouths of drowned soldiers, / Snowflakes filling the sidewalk cracks, / Edging the trees with a blue… More

To a Distant Country

By now for all I know / he could be writing a letter to his wife / on a grain of rice. Could be waiting in line / at… More

The Gut

I kissed Dallas for the first time at the top a the rich neighborhood. // This was before the other houses. // You could still look out & see… More

April sauna

we spoke about music and religion and sex and the worst things we’d ever done for money and the best things we’d ever done for free More

Three Poems by Maggie Millner

If I sense something is missing / then I miss it. Those first demented / hours of your absence, // I thought missing seemed a soft / denomination: miss, a word… More

from Positions of the Sun

Misanthropes and philanthropists alike wait for a green light. An old woman fumbles with her coin purse at a supermarket checkout counter. Two students, sheltered from the rain by… More

Cruise Control

It was all crash and burn. Very gestapo. Very doomsday guru. It was more a moving than a shaking. Life a wispy thing at times amplified by good hair… More

The Breaks

Monday / a truck hits / a car hits / hers and the brakes / the driver says the brakes / are so weak / the decisions / are… More

I Go Onto Moment

I am roped in. I go on sense giving tours, / walked around by guides strangling their / lungs / singing anything / to make something sung. / Following… More

Spend

seven years inside no visitors and four hours traveling north for one / hour per month with him no more no / phone calls four men watching always /… More