by Karen Bjork Kubin So says the sign—the warning kind— on a lonely road in New Mexico. So much may. May exist. May blow night free of...

by Christine Valters Paintner She escapes her father’s hungry grasp and gaze, walks days under sapphire sky, sun a squeezed out orange,...

by Seth Jani After a small certainty there is always the hunger come back up, like a prayer, from the dark body, filling the world with...

by Mark C. Watney The heavens blazon    God’s beauty And his hand-work[1]   un-ravels the sky Day cries out    wonders to day And night...

by Mark C. Watney Why the folk-rage[1] ? Why the slither-schemes? And why arise the earth-kings[2]   and elder-lings Against Him   and...

by Mark C. Watney Glad-gifted1 is the man who goes-not To the speaking-place of the sin-sated Who stands-not under their utterings...

by Ahrend Torrey Things take the time they take. Don’t worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?...

by Frances Koziar She waited every Friday, face as lined as the old tracks, joints creaking like the wood of her bench Some spoke to her,...

by Christine Valters Paintner The old man hobbles down the road toward the monastery gate, rests on a roadside stone, hears clip-clopping...

by Amita Basu Outside, the midday sun shines white.  On the deep green lawn families are feasting. Porous soapstone, the temple smells...

by William Ingogly Wailing and sobs — a great stone grinds into place. The smell of cold stone, blood, sweat in the dark. A ticking...

By Seth Jani The body will disappear along with the amplitudes of desire, the dark cravings. But not the softness, the low pink hum, the...

by L.R. Berger From the beginning, the sea has been collaborating with the bluff, the sandy shore, the clattering stones, calling to us,...

By Lawrence Wray The first of the year begins with countless anomalies, the nearest, possibly most delicate— such as the fragrance of...

By Nora Kirkham We pull over at the field towards the church, slip under wires, clamber over crackled walls. You wade into a chamber of...

by Christine Valters Paintner The holy man wanders the forest, in search of a place he can hear pine needles drop, and seeds crack open...

by Ahrend Torrey Where do we go from here? Where do we turn? I say stay and watch the hummingbird, buzz the air. I suppose it knows where...

by Seth Jani The big fires have been burning for days. The messengers of cosmic time just touching the mountain. The doors open. The...

by Christina Lee and we have scattered it all across the kitchen table. At least a hundred pieces left, so we sit for a few minutes...

by Bruce Bond The death gods do not live here anymore. Codex after codex left the Mayan shores for the cities of Europe by whose names we...