Epiphanies in the form of birds, Athena’s owl, Aphrodite’s doves, their light—gravity—how humbling anything with wings like hands lifting and a voice that sings, not one’s own, but an articulation outside coming in that points to another other than self, to the invisible. It is insistent, urging, repeating itself, almost apostolic. It is nurturing, emptying … Continue reading
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Brother Swartzentruber’s Market and Novelty — William Jolliff
The gate is wide that leadeth to destruction…. In Elmer’s store the coolers run on kerosene, the black straw hats are apostles from China (dat’s a good buy!), and his County Seat Gazebos come assembled or as kits, delivered to your door by Elmer’s younger brother, Hershel, the wild one who left the Brethren when … Continue reading
2 Men Kiss/A Dollar & A Dream (or the odds of unequal & opposite attraction) — Ahimsa Timoteo Bodhrán
Unforeseen Trouble with Safety Goggles — Lauren Coe
In Biology class we stared at those swollen balloon cells. Pinched under glass all bled out, a dozen little fossils. Flat nuclei stretched like canvas, all the sad parts stuck on there labeled Red Blood Cell #3. They made me think of you. Remember when I cut my finger on the paring knife, my thumb … Continue reading
love song for male pattern baldness, the open bottle of Lunesta on a nightstand — Chloe Reichelt
Late nights you sleep thin and restless, your eyes rolling like odometers beneath lids too pulpy to still them. One day you will not wake up and you know this. In the mornings, you knot your own brightly colored noose over a white buttoned shirt. You grow older with vegetable frailty. Each morning the greens … Continue reading
Barbed Wire, Electric — Sioned Curoe
When I was a child Climbing the rusty gate was an easy task To toughen small feet, soft hands Until I slipped Under barbed wire, electric Burning flesh, hair tangling When I was a child I knew blood was red in air Blue veins went somewhere else When the door tore my hand Flapping skin, … Continue reading
October’s Monthly Poet — Jim Daniels
The Coe Review staff each month picks their favorite poem, or in this case, poems from recent submissions to feature online! This month, the staff picked “Ice” and “Turning Early” by poet and writer Jim Daniels. Continue reading
