by Connie Wieneke

“as if a great horned owl
with its spit-muck feathers and agile bones
needs know anything about clear title”…

by Gretchen Schulz

“One washboard road traces
the length of that valley”…

by Nancy Beauregard

“black birds / bobbing for oil
in stripped fields / of burnt weeds”…

by Penny Orwick

“Stuck between mountains and mines,
she sees only what she’s always seen“…

by Karissa Chouinard Carmona

“Even sunsets leave a bruise”…

by Keith Polette

“Remember to speak softly to whatever is rumbling behind your strongest persona. This is how you can invite the light”…

by Maira Rodriguez

“we cruise on desolate
nights, near empty
gas tanks, regret”…

by Nance Van Winckel

“The logic named names and said it was hungry”…