The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition THE ROSE, THE MOON by Elizabeth Rivers Knockouts, blazers, repeating roses, do their best to briar trouble
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition THE USES OF ART by Ditta Baron Hoeber she drew and then with red paint painted ———–a shape that clung to her ————————————along her side
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition New Year’s Eve by Nicole Salemno – Snow lingers in patches, whisky in our mugs, in the sky—constellations, and somewhere close by the Atlantic leans black against the coast.
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition Rejoice, You’re Afflicted by Sean Lynch old man no teeth he gave you pleasure and the sweetest taste
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition I grew up to be afraid of even the simplest things by Elliott batTzedek I grew up to be afraid of even the simplest things Gravity, for example— a Chicken Little, squawking about what might fall from the sky
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition The Start of Something by Marisa Lyon running laughter in the rain her fun-loving nature
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition After Hearing Paquito D’Rivera’s “Kites Over Havana” (as performed by the Imani Winds Quintet) by Christina L. Turczyn As a child, the composer dreamed kites over rooftops, their atonal ribbons of music loosed from string. If rivers could fly, they would look like this: Winding without thought and hungry, […]
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition Those who die by Hanoch Guy –at eight as Tommy who hung himself from his favorite maple remain for ever eight and are allowed to play All the time.
The Nurse by Alex Grover Sunday nights are still work days, dreaming streetlights pick up sonic waves and Anna catches her scrubs in the Lazy Susan when she pulls oregano for a late night fried egg.
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition It might just mean David Kozinkski you’re longing for a larger house, spaces and roofs that steeple and provoke – this dream of winding through a once familiar place which now divulges hidden passages, disguised doors, chambers and subbasements, a donjon, a darkroom –
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition Geometry by Kristina Moriconi It becomes a question of space, point, line, plane, rectangles penciled on canvas, a constant ratio of end to side.
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition Thank You by Mirabella Mitchel The seal-bright beauty of your back shines in the half-light. I watch your shoulder blades bearing heavy boxes out to asphalt.
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition Arm Wrestling w/ the Hands of Time by Jack Timko Hunched over a table saw in the garage, his brittle body sculpted from yellow fingernail, leathered appendages trembling, the ashtray swimming with wood splinters and the regal lions of Pall Mall’s unfiltered coat of arms, he sat cursing everything within […]
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition Hermits of the Ridge by Mr. Robin Hiteshew Your bones lodged under chancel in that old church built next to Spook’s Hill, Mt. Misery on High Street in Germantown. It seems fitting no trace discovered of you save that round bronze disc placed in the twenties, to call the god […]
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition Mirabilis by Eric J. Xu maybe we should wait but no it’s okay as you slip the straps off her shoulders and press her tapered body into yours. You are clumsy and your fingers tell you this when they can’t seem to find the latch on her back but it’s […]
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition I Wouldn’t Mind by Janet Fishman I glance at the hand, notice a ring pretty quickly. Sometimes no ring: winding conversations, hope. But the person he rushed to meet at the airport is His wife who will have their second child this summer.
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition And I Am Here by Vanessa Butterfly Thunderwolf Here I’m small and suffocating The smell of stale memories like sulfur Concrete turned quicksand And I am here Anchored to this city by our blood Finding temporary escape in unfamiliar beds
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition In Zagreb by Sara Blazevic Zagreb was where he told you all the tall tales: convicts and geniuses braiding their nooses, he a zooted young xenophile undressing his arms, bandages supersaturated.
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition Dona Serafina Speaks to the Red-Haired Gringa by Michele Belloumini when the time comes what tools will you choose you must be as familiar with their use as you are with your own hands
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition CHENGDU AFTERNOON by Jason Price Everett This name will have A taste that swims Within a mouth of glass Where all can see the circuits So described –
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition Tennessee whiskey by David J. Doyle Don’t say I never loved you, Tennessee. I drank four years of your sour mash and I know how you taste when I run my fingers down your neck and take you into myself. You come warm and sharp like tears at first light […]
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition Accident by Christina L. Turczyn You startle me with your brilliance, you speak in poems not because you want to, but because your memory fails. Near an abandoned prison, albino deer, fenced off, run in herds for generations, blood banging with the redolent wildness of grief.
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition HOTSEAT by Spencer Silverthorne How would I collect loss? Like rainwater on a rooftop? I’ve been too fortunate way too often. A near miss from a whack of doubt, and to celebrate, I sleep in. To wake in my quarters, it must be flooded with light. If only I could […]
The Hive: APIARY Digital Edition Party by Catherine Bancroft I went to the party with rocks in piles in a hole. They were my shoes. With each step I saw around them earth. I was speaking to the widow whose husband forgot how to walk. She said she had to tell him You’re dying. He […]