Notes from Wheeler Hill/Michael Czarnecki

  Introduction to “Notes from Wheeler Hill”   As I sit writing this I’m nearly 3,000 miles away from Wheeler Hill, NY. When I look up I see Pacific waves crashing against numerous rocks and sea stacks beyond the 250-foot cliff that lies just a few dozen...

Dzvinia Orlowsky/3 Poems

Invisible Departures                            —internally displaced persons, Crimea, 2015   How long before choosing to kiss an angel’s hand, to reach for heaven’s fruit-bearing boughs— the bee not disturbed too drunk— How swollen the seeds of heavy-headed...

Dante Distefano/Poetry

Words for My Twelfth Grade English Class on Inauguration Day after Reading Malcolm X’s “The Ballot or the Bullet”   Don’t Mayflower yourself into forgetting that today, once again, your government has wrapped you in a kerosene embrace, has gripped you like a cavalry...

Dio-genes Abreau/Poetry

What’s jazz got to do with it?  The sun had written the smell of winter on his silent face, while the birds outside his window sang receiving the nightfall;   his room was filled with Miles’s jazz: blues and melancholic music keeping company to his inert thighs, the...

Marina Soler/Poetry

Last Deceptions   Regardless of how fond and fondling stars inculcate the dark there is yet to press the wax seal against each enveloped space— gaps  infinite and intimate a woman standing by a window, her back to the audience of antiques:   everything...