webbed into my privacy
clawed at the cake of me
to see what could be sold,
held for ransom,
but there burst only
birds, each an angle
of my memory
of god
Bill Neumire's first poetry collection, Estrus, was a semifinalist for the 42 Miles Press Award. His new poems appear in Harvard Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, West Branch, and Nashville Review. He is an assistant editor for the literary magazine Verdad and a reviewer for Scout.
ISSUE EIGHTEEN: Say Yes, Mr. Tell
James Lindsay
Summerland
Amanda Chiado
Swiss
Darren C. Demaree
Emily as a Smile Would Have Ruined the Picture
Maria Sledmere
At the Gin Tasting
Sayward Schoonmaker
MEETING ONE
Holly Day
Again, Under the Sun
Adam Tedesco
I Had No Time of Sense
Laurel Radzieski
Review #12
Bill Neumire
They Deep
Matthew Schmidt
This Car Will Get You Into Ontology
William Repass
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