There, we are wordless, there

Rachel Janis

Somewhere, there are unpaved roads, still. Somewhere,

I spy with my little eye a sliver of forever: the windmill

a giant cutip swabbing up the sky. Power lines threading

air, stitching us in. Cows scaling hills like they left
the womb sideways.


Somewhere, turn signals speak Morse code in

the dark. It’s five o’clock somewhere. We are wordless somewhere.


God wears a hood somewhere: a dog will eat someone’s life

savings, a woman will jump at a piece of string,

a man will wear a hazmat suit to bed, a cousin once-removed

will turn twice-revived but he will not want it bad enough.


A man will ask, “Were you born yesterday?” A newborn

on the other side of the world will dribble and spit up a response.


A man will ask, “Are you insane?” and a perfectly-sane

man with a knife will say, “No, I’m dicing onions.”


A woman will buy a frame with a pre-loaded picture

of a grinning boy. She will brag to the neighbors

that she’s a mother, finally.


Two boys will rob a video store barefoot.

A hot storm will run them down like in the movies.


We are plucked like untuned harps.

Everywhere, the Earth will shed its skin inwards.


Everywhere, we will be uprooted only to be planted again.

Somewhere, it’s five o’clock somewhere.

There, we are wordless there.




Nonfiction
Poetry

Lynch at Hyde
Alex Wilson


Prisoner of War
Tracy Mishkin


Solstice
Mallory Bass


Flight
Isabel Brome Gaddis


Clockwork
Lisha Ruan


If a Tree Were to Fall
Rachel Janis


Hand to hand
Rachel Janis


There, we are wordless, there
Rachel Janis

Leather and Velvet
Robert Beveridge


Near-Life Experience
Robert Beveridge


This Poem is about a Small Town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and a College I Hated in Massachusetts
Ron Riekki


Firecracker
Andrea Janov


Sometimes When My Wife Comes Home She Doesn't Kiss Me
Ron Riekki


When I Was an EMT, We Never Got in Any Trouble if a Patient Died, But if You Scratched the Side of the Ambulance They Would Fire You
Ron Riekki


POST-APOCALYPTIC YOGA, ALL LEVELS
Janna Layton


The Search
Tim Kercher


Gentrification Download
Alex Wilson


The Ciudad Juarez Side of Sunrise
Yvette A. Schnoeker-Shorb


While Driving West on I-96, Wind Disrupts the Radio Waves
Paige Leland


Anything, Anywhere, Anytime
Yvette A. Schnoeker-Shorb


OUTRAGE CONTEST: To the Fourth Estate
Marianne Taylor


OUTRAGE CONTEST: For My Sister
Mirri Glasson-Darling


OUTRAGE CONTEST: My Mother Finally Tells Him Off
Sandra Inskeep-Fox


OUTRAGE CONTEST: Roe v. Wade
Alexis Beckford


OUTRAGE CONTEST: African American
Alexis Beckford


OUTRAGE CONTEST: Rebel Rebel
Sam Cross


OUTRAGE CONTEST: If I Am Guilty of Anything
Sam Cross


When Poems Sound Better in Times New Roman
Paige Leland


A Metaphor for how Trash Day Reminds Me that I’ll Never Be Alone No Matter How Hard I Try
Paige Leland


In The Dark
Alison Stone Eric Greinke


Petals and Roots
Alison Stone Eric Greinke


Fiction