One Winter Morning

Kikuta Norihiro

Cold Bright day. White Breath. Beautiful low peach winter sun. Birds are singing in the middle of pale tree. Storm brought snowman to a new jacket last night. He is smiling with carrot mouth. Picked up the newspaper. Under the…

Train

J.T. Welsch

Characters: STEVE: 30-ish, travelling businessman SIMON: early thirties, academic KATHRYN: university student on holiday LISA: university student on holiday HOSTESS: attractive, French A train carriage, rumbling along at night, empty except for four passengers: a pair of female university students, …

En La Republica Dominicana

Hannah Ferber

I saw him there / Bare toes curled into black earth / Hunching over the infected gutter /

The Sunset Tree

Eric Bolton

It was during the summer in which I was 17 when I became the invisible boy around my house. It wasn’t so much that I had a bad home life. In fact, comparably speaking, I was raised pretty well. It…

Questions

Matthew Baamonde

Poems from the Chinese

David Hinton

Carrying a ch'in cased in green silk, a monk / descended from Eyebrow Mountain in the west. /

Word and Violin–Spoken Word Poems

Pireeni Sundaralingam with accompaniment by Colm O’Riain

These are the letters I leave behind me, / dull lines written for the censor's eye. / There are no stories here, only headlines, / statements of fact, shielding the truth. /

Snow

Parisa Roohipour

A torrent of white / noise affiliates, /

Disturbed

S. Kean Cattaneo

The battered gray mailbox at the end of our cul de sac used to read “400” in red letters before some neighborhood kid (who wasn’t me) stole the four and probably hung it in his bedroom next to a Red…

Fooled by the Fifty-Seven

Aidan Sherry

The fifty-seven bus has a strained relationship with its riders. It is a bus with unrivaled convenience and comfort. It takes its loyal followers sometimes within feet of their final destination. While it is a good friend to many, it…