poetry

Mama’s Girl

Sofia Greenberg

Ride it out, the Cowgirl in me says. She’s got her mama’s worn-out turquoise boots and a bit of wheat in her mouth and she thinks in broad blushing horizons and the smell of dawn. And she ain’t scared of nothing. Read on.

Adrenaline

Perry Wilson

My heart pumps hot nicotine.

The theme of the chase is blasting in my ears.

I am a steel gazelle;

a bodhisattva of destruction

exhaling death and pounding enlightenment

into asphalt beneath my rubber hoof.

Read on.

dirt sea

Allison Hummel

the land has known

ashes


has known blood, too

Read on.