Photograph by Michael McPhie I am made of the elements; Hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, Like the endless expanse of the universe. My chest...

By Katie Scruggs Galloway I confuse and tire myself going over what I did and did not tell him. He persists with the assertion that he...

The burning. The burning. Something glass shattered. It woke her up sometimes. Trapped in that doorway again. Pinned to the floor again....

You did not fly with me over the humoring clouds that grew into a shelter of pain. “Better to be together.” the whipped tree rests along...

the sun went green under endless Texas skies never knowing I existed until it awoke inside me the switchgrass danced as I fed...

In the darkest months of winter, it feels Like we are stuck in our cozy Glass snow globes, happily bound inside Like porcelain dolls....

Assessing the damage  (as one does) The detritus of your life A crazy land of Dangling participles A desk choking on Garamond Splinters...

I like to write poems in  the passenger seat of my car, parked in the shade in a cemetery not far,  nary a sound, stories all around, ...

An.  I mean I don’t know.  I’ll try.  I can’t move.  And God, my head.  My head.  Please, I’m trying.  I mean I hardly slept.  I had that...