Two Poems, Patrick Meeds
“I used to live on a street that had / a pay phone on the corner. One day / some guy beat it to death with its / own receiver. There’s a lesson there”

If There Was a God of Salvation, the Thing You Need Would Not Evade You for So Long, Lydia Storm
“Elm Street is rife with elms. And beater cars. And garbage cans and listing gates. Adam is a ninja. He disappears.”

Three Haiku, Nicholas Klacsanzky
“eye floaters mingle / with swallows”

Aaron Rodgers, Jon Doughboy
“I’m a Jet again, a kid devoted to his team of losers, always losing, an industrious factory of failure turning out losses and putting Jersey in a state of prolonged mourning since Namath retired with his rickety knees, but adult me is a reformed Jets fan who’s given up on the Jets.”

The Man Who Couldn’t See Heads, Jimmy Huff
“Above shirt collars: nothing. Stumps. It was the damned strangest thing. The walking, talking headless, however, carried on untroubled, unaware, filling their grocery baskets to the brim.”

Solar Birdseed, Peter Dellolio
“Solar / birdseed punctures so silently / (bug adrift),”

Cover art: Christmas, Nini Kvaratskhelia