Vol. 8 No. 4

Spring 2026

Li'l Red on Her Way to Grandma's House (The Moon Is an Illumination of Human Darkness)
Editor's Note
Mary Mary Is Quite Contrary, How Does Your Garden Grow?
Irritable Bowel Syndrome
Blackberries
waxing lyrical about something you said
Taxidermy Childhood
Conversation
Book Signing
On the Land
Painting Partners (painting as a past time)
What Built the Ground
Earning the Day
Battle with an Ant Hill
Nurture at Cooper’s Rock
Water Whistle Pantoum
Listing in One Direction
Duct-Taped Green Chair
ode to dissociation
Poem For H.D. After Online Shopping
Feminine Mapping (but it's not her world)
The Gender Roles of Cattle
Elegy for a Friend in Fibonacci Sequence
Revolutions
I was a seagull once
Girlhood
Hospice
Instructions for washing my mother’s coat, after the funeral
The Light that Remains
on hearing Luke Comb’s cover of “Fast Car” for the first time, over the P.A., as students walked into my class
“Today I am full of birds”
Some Notes on the Present Moment
Would You Like Us To Say A Prayer?
Weather Report
Metamorphosis
Threshold
Pigeonholing
The Unbreakable Silence
Through a Window Colombia
3 AM Epiphanies
Wondering Why Laundry Keeps Showing Up in Students’ Poems this Semester
Hard Plastic
Inventory for a Small Loss
Twenty Questions for My Son
Let me wash your hands
tangerine
The Year the Planet-Eaters Came
Our Hair
Sonnet for Gen X
Terminal
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough
Shedding
Sestina before a high school reunion you won’t attend
Lifetimes
To Be Here
A Man Who Keeps A Void
Poem for a Fairy Godmother
praying in a florida airport
Quick Fix
In Wormholes
Carta di Sangue
Untitled 1
Midnight Waltz
Walking Down the Mountain after Sunset
He Lives On A Mountain And She Does Not
The House When I’m Away
plan de fuga / escape plan
Ode
Railroad
How to Stalk Your Parents
Ars Poetica in My Kitchen
Me and the Angels
The Wild Hive
Flying Saucer Season
Shark Teeth
One Night, When My Daughter Was Four Years Old, She Interrupted The Bedtime Story She Had Requested In Order To Tell Me
Wild Botanica 1460
More Than Forty Years
Hard as Nails
Ghosts Who Don’t Know They’re Dead
Wonder Woman Joins a Postnatal Adjustment Programme
At the Edge of Stillness
How to Seem Like a Normal Person
Friend Shaped
Things That Learn To Speak
Icarus
The Bliss of the Picturesque (Romantic Misfits)

tangerine

this is no longer
                    a land of hallowed ground.
you have perverted it
                              into a nation for the pernicious.
i have never yearned for violence,
                    but i cry out to god for a plague—
anything to rid us
                              of the hatred that once festered
          but has now b r o k e n free of its binds.
faith no longer feels secure,
                    nor does it bring forth hope
          while your power feels like a noose
                              keeping the people tethered to a dream
                                        that will never manifest.
i take in
          the body          and the blood,
but innocent blood
          is still shed on
                    holy ground.
you wish to rule the holy lands,
                              desire to resurrect monuments
                                        in your own honor
                              like the messiah your congregation
                                                  believes you to be.
          is          this          what          christ          died          for?
all empires must crumble,
          become rubble,
                    until there is rebirth from the ashes.
          the golden age must always come to an end.
in          the          end,
                    will you cry out
                              to god like lucifer after the fall?
          will you burn in the sun’s golden rays
                    and ask for it
                              no longer witness your every slight?
at your trial they will ask:
                    how could god allow this?
at your trial they will ask:
                    why did we ever believe you to be christ?
and you will say
          that you were acting as
                    one           of           god’s           chosen           people
      while the women
                    and children cry:
          you have turned us
                    into bait
                              for a salivating dog.

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