Volume .006 | Poetry

Who knows which moon will raise
the next flood in me? My condolence
orchid needs only an ice cube a week.

from “Orchid”

– Tina Posner

Contents

Jared Beloff
My Father Orders Kasha Varnishkes From Bain’s Deli at the Deptford Mall Food Court

Mirande Bissell
The light that falls on it

 

 

 

Robert Krut
A Toast

Tina Posner
Damn, it’s 7 a.m.

Orchid

 

Mary Simmons
First Born

The Woman Who Ate Small, Smooth Stones and Wept Alone at the Edge of the Forest, Wearing a Nightgown of Crowskin