Worry Bone, by Hans Hetrick

Worry Bone Always shaking my tree Always rattling my bones       Stirs up       the natives       tending my temple       grooming my home They get no peace They never feel at home       Worry bone preaches       doom on every street       He’s a guest on every show Thinks God burnt trifles into stone       Swears disaster lurks       ravenous behind every       promising … More Worry Bone, by Hans Hetrick

3 Poems by Ashley Kunsa

Standing in the Garden of Myself Where My Lover Misplaced a Rusting Trowel sweet nectar of firebush plumbing the fraudulent ____________________________________this argument from broken deities __________________does it matter?   ________________________as light unspools across the thorax of _________________________________________inevitability___________________wading _____course you don’t know me _________________________________________________in this winter-colored dress, my wine-streaked cheeks, their hasty bloom _____________________a zebra longwing … More 3 Poems by Ashley Kunsa