The Official Literary Journal of University of Southern Maine's Stonecoast MFA
Like A Song Poetry By Michael Lauchlan We were shingling in the drizzleof another century—I guesswe needed the money—and Melcalled out. He was sliding toward the eaves on the far sideuntil Jerry rose and stretched downfrom the peak to pull him backinto life. In the time since…
Two Poems by M.E. Silverman Poetry Defining the Third Element Lith i um [‘liTHēəm] n. 1. Chemistry: soft metal that burns moon-white, lightest of the alkali, travels by river, swims in healing springs; reacts with our own carbon dioxide in Oxygen Masks, bends into plane,…
Resonance Poetry By Mela Blust 1. a nuthatch brings his wife to the potted bleeding hearts my mother gave me. it hangs on the front porch, vibrant red blooms beside the glass door. i watch in wonder as they prepare the nest so close to the…
Plague Diary — Week XI Poetry By Finola Cahill I cook fresh artichoke—a head boiled bald,butter melted in the day’s bragging heat.The garlic bathes, my teeth glean flesh from eachearry lobe of bract, skin spit back to bin.The choke is lonely. I leave it that way,just…
Bosc Poetry By Leslie Miller When sunlight falls on the pearit becomes the meal of a long dead woman with heavy sleeves and small dog. Smoke from her chimney billows across the roof, and the wind presses rags of it closeto the ground like the…
Three Poems by Jonathan Diaz Poetry By Jonathan Diaz Vision: October 15, 2022 Having seen the smoke piling above the parking lot and the flames coiled around the cars the firefighters instructing the crowd to move any vehicles not actively on fire I…
Sept/ember Poetry By Court Ludwick Morning of the twentieth, there is a universe on my wall. Just kidding it is only a burning square of light. Just kidding it is not quite burning. In the square, there are shadows of swaying leaves. Just kidding I…
Poetry By Liam Strong your first time was beneath cherry blossoms queen anne’s lace & purple thistle freshly mown xmas lights burnt & heavy with July your b‑day a harvest lil eye balls distended from their sockets your red wheel barrow flush with pancake & syrup treacles of dew risen from nowhere…
POETRY By Helena Steel We’re on the phone both of us peel ing apples cut ting out the bruises and rot ten bits. She’s making a pie and me, a cake. A coincident …
POETRY By Yael Valencia Aldana Alien, you are the best person I have met/not the strongest but the best/The worst thing you ever did I made you do/Drunk off our asses atop a ten-story apartment roof in Brooklyn/ I command you to climb down the…