Voices Crossing Shore
Derek thomas dew
@derekthomasdew

What kind of fatigue are the river waves
that they stand motionless through the coming and going
of their own sound.

In the street one is tempted to guard with one’s forearm and catch the hunter’s bite with it, pleased to feel
the jaws exerting all their power.

Each mile is in addition to the vast curio that never arrives.
I come around and say recently
and you say birds will nest in traffic lights.

I say long ago
and you say look at all the garbage piling up.

But then, against a blinding sheen blanketing a wide river,
suddenly our mother's body in a fight is our own in prayer
and you say even back then, they had to try.

Derek Thomas Dew is a neurodivergent, non-binary poet currently living in New York City. Their debut poetry collection “Riddle Field” received the 2019 Test Site Poetry Prize from the Black Mountain Institute/University of Nevada. Their poems have appeared in a number of anthologies, and have been published in a variety of journals, including Interim, ONE ART, The Maynard, Ultramarine Review, Two Hawks Quarterly, Ocean State Review, and Cathexis Northwest Press.

 

remediation
william davis
@bythiswillalone

I've fallen on hard dimes, justied as
two for the price of transit across
the dead and forget-me-nots.
I have forgiven knots, simply
to avoid the chase, a hunt along
the foxes winter footprint, an offering
Yes! I would attend the deafening blue
but oh my heavens there is calamity
and wonder in a closing hand.
The quiet hiss and promise of closed
curtains twitching in their admission.
Of fingers at a velvet seam, curled
around the polished line we have not
been anywhere near— not forgetting, beckoning.

Will is a nurse, poem scribbler and immutable fire escape. Further scribbles @ByThisWillAlone.

Here’s to Your Fuck
Miller lavon
@MillerLavonLit

need a crossing guard

for my love

 

there’s a whole lot of wood waiting out there

so let’s get going girls

 

here’s to your fuck

candy-colored clown

 

anyone wanna go

on a joyride with us?

 

I shoot when I see

the whites of your eyes

 

I’ll send ya a love letter

then I drift away