A Ghost Story, by p. e. garcia
the ghost is a presence defined by negative space, a nothingness gripping your leg, your waist, your lungs, your throat, your tongue, creating a silence surrounded by static.
The Adversary, by Chad Frame
I walk into the confessional booth.
I haven’t been in at least a decade,
and, between you and me, I should confess
Ghost Sonnet (for Bronson), by Michelle Betters
When you died everyone came home
to fill up the church.
Two Poems, by Holly Karapetkova
My son is afraid of zombies. He runs into my room at night. They're going to eat my brains! They’ll come in through the windows while we’re sleeping and eat our brains!
Sonnet, by Lilah Katcher
In windows behind the night glassof my second story bedroom, I seeyour one green eye as bright as a dying star.
In Forests We Haven’t Bothered to Name, by E.B. Schnepp
there once was a girl who forgot everything,who named herself Gretel.
Two Poems, by Christian Woodard
To say the scene: sagebrush
where the deer come to rest
from valley lights, farm trucks.
They step from the corn
Two Birds Named Heat and Hunger, by Emma Watson
Once upon a time a woman who hated birds married a woman
who owned a parrot that would live forever.
Five Poems, by Amber Shockley
Last time we met, I was most
like a bride as I have ever been.
The Human Animal, by Jennie Malboeuf
Charles Manson is Dead as the world loses order,
chokes itself in a pell-mell haze.
Two Poems, by Ariana Brown
it is christmas eve in my grandmother's house & everyone is in love with your gap tooth.
Two Poems, by Benjamin Garcia
Crab—because they skitter sidelong—might counter your clockwise.
Pheasant for fear of your luck taking wing. As Emily Dickinson said: hope is a feathered thing.