Spring 2024

The Spring Issue | 2024

Our Spring 2024 issue is packed with poems, stories, and art from around the world and we hope you enjoy the pieces we’ve selected as much as we enjoyed selecting them.

The Spring Issue | 2024

Our Spring 2024 issue is packed with poems, stories, and art from around the world and we hope you enjoy the pieces we’ve selected as much as we enjoyed selecting them.

Tony Gloeggler

I’m five years old / again, refusing to wear Bermuda / shorts, begging mom to buy only / long pants, long enough to hide / my iron brace

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Beth Anstandig

For instance, I cup my hand over his heart / and it’s like a hand over a heart. // For instance, outside a couple of / night birds / are singing like birds singing at night. // It’s beautiful enough / to name this world —

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Amanda Gaines

You must think that I am handling this poorly. My sister taught me that, too: how grief seizes us, paralyzes, renders us speechless and seemingly dumb. How in such a state, it’s best to look one’s best.

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Joel Peckham

You can’t recreate the first taste of an orange. Which is not just sunshine, bright and radiant, bursting in a mouth but the shock of it and the moment just before the peel, the seal is broken. Every orange after chases memory.

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Michael Hardin

I have never had a particularly good imagination. Really, it’s kind of dire. It irritates my wife that I can’t imagine a future. I’m not sure how much of that is aphantasia and how much of that is growing up with an imminent Rapture …

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Devon Fulford

they have her anyway, laugh about it in the locker rooms, student / center, and physical science room, hawking globs of tobacco on the / tile

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Gerald Fleming

Shopping center. A boy of about six trailing his parents—skinny kid with tousled hair, three of them heading toward their car.

“If we weren’t in this parking lot I’d slap the shit out of you,” the mother says to the boy.

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Cecelia Hagen

The / brute of war engorges man / and beast, the clash of iron / on steel makes loud / even the less-endowed organ.

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