Tag Archives: Issue 7

Tom Coash

is a New Haven, CT playwright and director. Prior to New Haven, he taught playwriting at The American University in Cairo, Egypt. Coash has won numerous playwriting awards, including the Osborn Award from the National Theatre Critics Association, the Clauder Competition, and an Edgerton Foundation National New Play Award. His plays have been produced worldwide. Coash currently teaches playwriting at the University of Southern Maine’s Stonecoast MFA Writing Program.

THE TOUR GUIDE AND I

make eye contact when I nod 

as I recognize the Spanish 

word for lunch. 

He makes special jokes 

for the Spanish speakers. 

I know enough to know that. 

He stands at the front of the bus, 

in English tells us the Mayan word 

for Jaguar, the four types 

of cenotes, the ways we 

will experience the fresh water 

source of the Yucatan—zip line, 

canoe, snorkel. Later, he helps me 

with a body harness, tightening 

straps around my tanned thighs, 

my waist. He gets low to adjust 

my helmet and speaks in Spanish, 

asking if I am scared and I nod, 

because I do not understand 

more than two of his words, 

but his dark eyes match mine 

and today I must be dark 

enough to pass for belonging. 

Alexis Kruckeberg

Alexis Kruckeberg is an M.F.A. candidate at Minnesota State University, Mankato where she teaches composition and creative writing. She has served as a reader for The Blue Earth Review and Bull: Men’s Fiction. In her spare time, she cooks more food than is necessary for two people and daydreams about Mexico. Her poetry has appeared in Polaris, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Into the Void, and is forthcoming from CAYLX.

BROTHERHOOD

I wear my brother’s grief

with the story of 

my past: the character 

in a hospital

gown spinning around

pretending to flip

pancakes, being told:

“You will not remember 

this.”— People still

claim: “He does not

remember much,” but

no space held there

for me to reply, no 

air to fly, ground to 

land or stand and I 

want to dance it off, 

this resting in the valley

of post-surgery memory—

forever a distance

cut between me and

the world—in me,

the disease cut out, 

drowned into nothing,

but where does nothing go

in the body and what

does it look like?

It looks like a young boy

on the playground not 

being picked but picked on,

nothing in the shape of 

a head without hair, 

varicose veins, saran wrap

over a broviac, until 

the boy’s older brother

makes it something, 

standing up and stepping in

and the bully backs away, 

vanishes, because these 

are things I do not remember,

it’s just the story of grief

I wear when I hear 

my brother has cancer. 

Z.G. Tomaszewski

Z.G. Tomaszewski is the author of three books of poems: All Things Dusk, Mineral Whisper, and River Nocturne (forthcoming 2018). He lives happily, for now, in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

AESTHETIC COULD KILL ME

I know this

from looking

                          into store fronts

                          taste buds voguing

alight from the way

treasure glows

                          when I imagine

                          pressing its opulence

into your hand

I want to buy you

                          a cobalt velvet couch

                          all your haters’ teeth

strung up like pearls

a cannabis vineyard

                          and plane tickets

                          to every island

on earth

but my pockets

                          are filled with

                          lint and love alone

touch these inanimate gods

to my eyelids

                          when you kiss me

                          linen leather

gator skin silk

satin lace onyx

                          marble gold ferns

                          leopard crystal

sandalwood mink

pearl stiletto

                          matte nails and plush

                          lips glossed

in my 90s baby saliva

pour the glitter

                          over my bare skin

                          I want a lavish life

us in the crook

of a hammock

                          incensed by romance

                          the bowerbird will

forgo rest and meals

so he may prim

                          and anticipate amenity

                          for his singing lover

call me a gaunt bird

a keeper of altars

                          shrines to the tactile

                          how they shine for you

fold your wings

around my shoulders

                          promise me that

                          should I drown

in want-made waste

the dress I sink in

                          will be exquisite

                                                          –       for Dominique 

Xandria Phillips

is the author of Reasons For Smoking, which won the 2016 Seattle Review chapbook contest judged by Claudia Rankine. She hails from rural Ohio, and inherited her grandmother’s fear of open water. Xandria is the poetry editor for Honeysuckle Press and the curator of Love Letters to Spooks. You can find her poetry in Beloit Poetry Journal, The Journal, Nashville Review, Ninth Letter, The Offing, and elsewhere. 

Susan Rich

is the author of four collections of poetry including Cloud Pharmacy, The Alchemist’s Kitchen, Cures Include Travel, and The Cartographer’s Tongue, winner of the PEN USA Award for Poetry. She is a recipient of awards from Artists Trust, the Fulbright Foundation, and The Times Literary Supplement of London. Rich’s poems have appeared in journals such as: New England Review, Poetry Ireland, Plume and World Literature Today. She lives and works in Seattle, WA.

Kevin West

is an MFA candidate in poetry at Virginia Tech. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Blue Earth Review, Sycamore Review, Sierra Nevada Review, Tampa Review, and elsewhere.