“The greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something, and tell what it saw in a plain way . . . To see clearly is poetry, prophecy, and religion, —all in one.”
Here we have the taste of the moon; a chickadee with a bullet in its wing lain to rest on flowers, flowers that will try to breathe the wild world into your lungs; here we have thirst like a freshly burnt home; corn dogs warm from the deep fat fryer; an image of your father that you’ve never seen before; here we have Jesus and leopards lying in parks; a dead woman’s braid before her burial, her bobby pins that you will weave onto your daughter’s glowing head; here we have a garnished zither; a knife that you’ll grip tight, tighter; here is a canyon, your lover is on the other side, look down, look up, look down again; here is a cave’s mouth; here is a brown hand that you slip dollars into; a bandaid to patch up the world.
Here are pearls from the bottom, to make the world a little more bearable, a little more delicious, a little more aurora borealis.
Captains of Champaign by Carl Boon
They Had Forgotten the Taste of the Moon by Rachael Bundy
Mexican Mothers of America by Mallory Dickson
Natural Release by Lisa Favicchia
Ursula Grossman’s First Night at Pueblo Springs by Julien Fish
Ode to a Shoehorn by D.R. Garner
Deathday by Drew Rupard
Buying Flowers for My Wife After a Disagreement by Kyle Singleton
Peace by Andrew Tate
Reading the Headlines by Anne Thomas
The Son of a Coal Miner Remembers His Childhood by Tamara Pace Thomson
The Garnished Zither by M. Alexander Turner