fall 2018 / Poetry 2018 / volume 49

Ezra—Jesse Sensibar

He came into a world of flood, Indiana mud the color of an old man’s toe nails. On the day of the dead he sent for us and with a few complicated and rounded strokes in the air, made his will. Divided the loot of a lifetime as we looked on – an acre of … Continue reading

fall 2018 / Poetry 2018 / volume 49

The Darkest Side of Love—Eric Paul Shaffer

If some glad scientist strapped, belted, and buckled me to a gurney, then told me to think only of you while he peered into my skull using positron emission tomography, my otherwise lackluster brain would scintillate with multi-colored sparks like Times Square on New Year’s Eve or flash in erratic patterns and sub-ultraviolet glows like … Continue reading

fall 2018 / Poetry 2018 / volume 49

Impulses—Jeffrey H. MacLachlan

Jagged grapevines shake and twist for an audience of lake crests while the best man repeats a joke with every sweaty handshake: Interested in some rings? Groomsmen search dinner jackets for flasks of scotch, grumbling about prayers for sunshine answered with unmerciful heat. The best man realizes the terrifying prospect of skipping both rings toward … Continue reading