The Days of Our Growing
Holly Peleski
I leaned in to listen to how they remembered the dying back when they had been alive together. I anticipated grieving myself; I had called the adoption agency.
In Light of All The Suicides
Crystal Ignatowski
Hannah, you are somewhere now. Tucked
around the landscape
like a fitted sheet around a bed.
Bird of Paradise
Joe Woodward
You’ve always been embarrassed by
The bare dirt patches
For which summer
Isn’t entirely to blame
Though you shouldn’t be
Volume XLIV
"Alchemical Poetry" - Dreama J. Kattenbraker, mixed media on canvas, 36" x 60"
