This Dog Wore a Camera That Took Photos When Its Heart Raced With Excitement

Jess Bowers
Everything else that dog’s heart shot is a poem about itself.

The weight of a human head is about that of a medium-sized watermelon

Rachel Smith
I carry my head in a cloth bag printed with the name of a museum I never went to.

my uncle’s girlfriend tells us about the flying lesson

Arik M.
there are as many sides to a man, she said

In Their 30s the Jokes Keep Coming

Claudia Monpere
Of course his ghost will visit during those 10 years...

Start Slowing Down Now Because a Big Curve Is Coming Up

Jeffrey Hermann
He didn’t know the road, but I did.

Soil Inventory

Toya L. Walker
I keep finding my mother in dirt.

After Graduation

Laura Jane Crawford
In the straitjacket of summer, we go to a movie about a dying man.

Motherhood

Kate Blakinger
For a time, I dreamed of babies.

Therapy

Dawn Tasaka Steffler
She always knew there was a mean girl inside of her.

Wellness Check

Kim Murdock
And she's whirling again, our mother, hair plastered like so much seaweed against her face.

Rowing

Jeff Friedman
He was so angry he couldn’t hear what she was saying.

We Chose “Resting Pose” Because He Was So Very Tired by the End

Emily Rinkema
Rusty was in no condition to be taxidermied, but it was too late.

The Suicide’s Sister

Sarah Freligh
I used to catch him studying the map of his right hand, forefinger tracing a highway of veins coursing north from wrist to palm, peninsula of fingers jutting into the air.

Four Seasons with Uncle Pidio

Veronica Montes
In the winter of my eighth year, Uncle Pidio pressed a nickel into my palm for every walnut I extracted, intact, from its shell.

Past Midnight, the Chicken Falls On Her From Above

Nicole Brogdon
bumpy webbed feet scratching her chest, beak pecking her arms as she enfolds it— what’s she supposed to do with this creature?

I ran into God in the snack aisle at Costco

Beth Sherman
where He was debating whether to buy shrimp chips or chocolate donut bites...

Kidney

Lindsey Godfrey Eccles
Now little brother’s scrambled up like eggs. Can’t hunt can’t fish can’t sit.

What I Believe About Work

Ra'Niqua Lee
I cut bubble wrap in a windowless factory. This is machine work, for metal levers. Human work is me feeding plastic to boxes.

The Absolute

Gary Fincke
To follow our guide is an absolute.

On the Rocks

Tina Barry
Life has dwindled for Sarah. One busted knee and there goes the sequined skating costumes, the tiny skirts and razor-sharpened skates. Forget triple axels and the ecstatic crowds.