41.1 Patrick Holian
Safeway Roses I. during the fourth and penultimate world war, a soldier— a warrior, really, in the purest and truest sense—rose to power....
41.1 Kwame Dawes
The Darkest Elation This is the darkest elation, the moment all walls are breached. Perhaps not the breaking of ramparts, but the vapors...
41.1 Kate Pyontek
Blue 52 When a whale stops singing, he’s given up asking for anything. A console piano, crushed. No sacrament here, the tabernacle looted...
41.1 Joshua Burton
Giving Mary Grace For Mary Turner History will submit to you | I will too | Eventually when we are color-pleased | when your dirt speaks...
41.1 Aristotle Johns
Walmart Breakroom When I walk into the wash of fluorescents, I like to hang my blue vest on the back of a folding chair. There is no...
41.1 Laura Rubenstein
Here Lies the Body I. I am lying in bed, indulging in one of my lurid fantasies of deep rest. I imagine I am being smuggled out of...