Art by Ta-coumba Aiken

When Words Are Not Enough

By Anh-Hoa Thi Nguyen ● 2019

For Philando Castile, his family, and our community He was no one to me, but never no body Yet in an instant he became every body Every body sacrificed Every

Art by Moriah Pratt

Philando Castile

By Norita Dittberner-Jax ● 2019

In that Cathedral atop the highest hill in Saint Paul, we gathered for Philando. He came on a white catafalque drawn by horses, his coffin carried up the hill by

Art by Sandra Menefee Taylor

If I Declare the Obvious

By Kayla Gray ● 2019

After Ada Límon’s “The Conditional” What if you stayed a little longer? What if you told the afterlife to shove it? What if I picked up the phone to your

Art by Tom McGregor

Glass Womb

By Rebecca Frost ● 2019

In the crystal hothouse to escape the cold I am here, at last. Wrapped myself in gray wool, blue parka, scarf, mittens, galoshes. Tissue in my pocket. Slipped just once

Art by Susan Solomon

Alzheimer’s Lament

By Georgia Greeley ● 2019

Right this moment, in this place, Mother doesn’t know me, her daughter; yet she is still glad to see me and talks gaily. She is happy and cared for. Right

Art by Kristi Abbott


By Tim Nolan ● 2019

I learned about listening from my grandmother Ruth who allowed great silences to live and breathe in a conversation. She then would say the most apt thing, having thought about

Art by Sara Endalew


By Marcie Rendon ● 2019

Our ancestors dreamt your future The iron rail, Angus cows slumbering in shorn prairie The buffalo remembered only on the metal That buys and sells on the grain exchange There

of a time

By M. Wright ● 2017

damp hours dried by coexistence these trumpet calls reverberate through century-old buildings but not everyone can follow the horns. so a few of us linger in the empty square, dry

Art by Immanuel Bratzel

Tell me again

By Julia Klatt Singer ● 2017

about the man with the pear tree who lost his wife after fifty-six years of marriage and how he had that old gnarled tree in his backyard, and that that

Art by Leann E. Johnson

Old Rondo

By Donte Collins ● 2015

we were Ferris wheel watchers firefly fighters dollar store cap gun robbers cops and Sunday creased collars private school scholars giving the church basket the dollars our mothers slipped into our pockets seconds before.

Eating Philosophy


Waitress walking across the bridge still smell like kitchen. Want to serve you my seven spice butter sauce blueberry eyes freshly baked buns grated parmesan hair.

Art by Chad Hambright

Good River Feeling Bad

By J. Otis Powell‽ ● 2015

Her voice is deep water, Though she’s too shallow this year for ships, Her body more round than angular, When I ask her questions I get more, Answers than I know what to do with, She says her name in whispers