Sara Mosier is a student at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln pursuing my degree in English and Creative Writing. Her poems “Cabin” and “Cabin Re-visited” have been published in Illuminations from Southeast Community College and Laurus Magazine at University of Nebraska.
by Hollie Hardy
The nightscape is a skillet of coffee shops
Bone-split patterns of jagged light
A swarm of incorrect sky
Nor can the go that green gives be ignored
These flesh vessels, their slippery delights
Your willful promiscuity
We are wet hair, soul-drenched
Infused with liquor
We are the sound of rain on roof
Here is a uterus I just know you’re going to love
Unyielding, purpling, the unraveling of the throat
In a storm that doubles as longing
How we flutter and thrust and ache
Gnaw at the angel’s bloody hammer
Strain against the rope
In this garden of little let-downs
Until at last we curl in sleep
Like private animals, guardians of tenderness
Hollie Hardy can teach you to survive anything. Her first collection of poetry, How to Take a Bullet, And Other Survival Poems, is currently looking for a home. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University, and teaches writing classes at both SF State and Berkeley City College. She is a core producer for the Beast Crawl literary festival in Oakland, co-host of Saturday Night Special, An East Bay Open Mic, co-curator of Litquake’s Flight of Poets, and a former Editor-in-Chief of Fourteen Hills: The SFSU Review. Her work has appeared in Eleven Eleven, sPARKLE & bLINK, The Common, Parthenon West Review, Transfer, Milvia Street, and other journals. She lives in Oakland, California.
photo by slideshow bruce
by Craig Kurtz
I’ve seen a succession
Time is contiguous
I can’t pinpoint
I’m still in it.
I’ve been guessing
w/ less hubris
The ratio of suppose
I used to think
would be at first sight.
Craig Kurtz lives at Twin Oaks Intentional Community where he writes poetry while simultaneously handcrafting hammocks. Recent work appears in Out of Our, Randomly Accessed Poetics, Penny Ante Feud, The Bitchin’ Kitsch and others. His first record, The Philosophic Collage, 1981, was reissued by BDR in 2012. He has been a staff writer for Perfect Sound Forever since 2003.
photo by Alan Cleaver
by Chris Crittenden
what we say
gets greasy and slips,
in the group machinery.
a dog that fawns,
that crafts false questions.
we talk about talk,
talk to sniff out
the lies buried
in each other’s bones.
one nod fuels minutes
of blab and profess.
pretty laughter when
someone drops a quip.
surely the talkers
must fail to know
the holes in their mid-
lives have been gushing
for a very long
Chris Crittenden writes from a small town on the coast of Maine, fifty miles from any traffic lights. He blogs as Owl Who Laughs and is pretty well published.
by Cassandra Dallett
You ever know someone
they try to keep all their ex’s as friends
well I’m that someone
collecting and feeling sorry for them
when they crumble into pieces on my exit
but refuse to blow away
I have two clingy ex’s right now
it’s unbelievable the hope
they hold after being thrown out
both of them a year apart
with big black trash bags full of their shit
I mean I washed that grey right out of my hair
but they still want to be friends
allude to things I said before
a life time passed for me
before when I gave a fuck
they sit in homeless shelters
and sleazy hotels
replaying our time together
carefully edited by them
to let them believe certain things
about themselves about me
overlook the sex not even being any good
the escalation of the fights near the end
the words that signal a place of no return
still the texts roll in on special occasions
the misplaced memories
the land grab of love.
Cassandra Dallett occupies Oakland CA . She writes poetry and memoir of a counter culture childhood in Vermont and her ongoing adolescence in the San Francisco Bay Area. Cassandra has published in Slip Stream, Enizagam, The Criminal Class Review, and Sparkle + Blink among many others. Three chapbooks are available at Amazon.com: “Every Other Week”, “Mud Pond”, and “The Problem With Text Messaging.”
photo by woodleywonderworks