fall 2018 / Poetry 2018 / volume 49

The Eyes of God—Ellora Bultema

I used to think God couldn’t see through blankets. I hid under my covers much like the foolish child might hide from the bogey man or a murderer. The folds of the fabric protecting me from His omnipotent eye. I used to think a black widow was a type of witch. The type that waited … 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