/sandra simonds

They eat ribs together slathered with a dark red sauce./ The world turns, wild-eyed, on its axis.

/matt schumacher

after you run away from the farm,/
the farmer can never catch you.

/aya elizabeth

I don’t love blood. But I don’t want to think about/ what I don’t love. Living doesn’t reside in wells.

/heikki huotari

Now ghosts are throwing things, the precious flesh is in a meeting.

/emily lake hansen

Let her run her hand along the side of your face./ Let her look you in the eyes.

/elizabeth austen

She buries the apple under the embers./ To allow the aroma to sugar her nostrils—

/charles haddox

Or the polished teapot. The soft, green cake falls into a boundless pool.