Poetry,
The Arts
Of Light and Cheese
Scott Neuffer
Truth be told, I’m a cheesy guy / who falls in love with everything.
Poetry,
The Arts
What Doves Bring
Melinda Palacio
Sixty birds descending on a wire / sounds like the first time I shuffled cards.
Poetry,
The Arts
From Language’s Body
Lora Straub
Try A without capital, without apple without an arrow
Poetry,
The Arts
Questions for the Woman I was Last Night, 2
Jacqui Germain
Did the canary in your throat come out / screaming
Poetry,
The Arts
Philip Rieff Writing a Letter to Susan Sontag, In the Middle of Divorce Proceedings; Death at Twelve
Michael Mungiello
Sleep and age make the same smell in your mouth.
![[there are some doors]; Even Cattails and Dandelions, Unbearably Common; The Sweetest Hunts](http://constructionlitmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/burning-corpses-ghat--300x188.jpg "[there are some doors]; Even Cattails and Dandelions, Unbearably Common; The Sweetest Hunts")
