Prodigal
Light dawned, licking naked air and gleefully
yipping. A frail breeze wiped lazy smiles
across our mouths, gazed thread tigers
with eyes made of music. Tears of prone
angels leapt at the sky, choked, fell like words
over a checkerboard shadow. Silence,
too, tumbled beak-first into the ground.
We publish the traditional and the experimental, shorts, lyrical poetry, free verse, novel excerpts, flash fiction, rhyming poetry, genre fiction, creative nonfiction (if you can convince us that it exists), drama, haiku, translations, ballads, cat poems. Seriously—we don’t care what it is, only that it is good.
