ISSUE FIFTEEN: Lastly, My Seer | next poem →

Digging Digits

Kathleen E. Krause

Into the fold
Goes my café ago

Cracking the rest
Against a wall

Of frocks in
Girl gold lipstick

I dig digits
Into the fire

Leaving one moment left
For hot seizures

Where I take a bad hand
Open its red tongue

For something wrong
Differently wrong  

Kathleen E. Krause was winner of Phoebe’s Greg Grummer Poetry Contest, chosen by Brenda Hillman. Her work has appeared in Agni, canwehaveourballback?, LIT, Lungfull!, Pennsylvania English, Salonika, Terra Incognita, The Four Way Reader #2, Provincetown Arts Magazine, and S/tick. Her chapbook, Broth, was published by Linear Arts. Kathleen graduated from the New School with an MFA in 1999.

ISSUE FIFTEEN: Lastly, My Seer

Michael Albright
   Because of your problem,
      do you often feel others
      have no idea what you are going through?

Emily Rosello Mercurio
   Sunny Honey

Rose Knapp

Rachel Mindell
   Life as we know it

Kathleen E. Krause
   Digging Digits

Kristie Betts Letter
   Montana Wildhack Read Aloud

Sandeep Kumar Mishra

Daniel Romo

Elizabeth Kirkpatrick-Vrenios
   See Saw Margery Daw

Nate Maxson
   Patient Zero

Alec Hershman
   The Point of Vanishing