Jill McDonough
#notallluchadors

Jill McDonough - #notallluchadors

Poetry
Jill McDonough’s books of poems include Habeas Corpus (Salt, 2008), Where You Live (Salt, 2012), and Reaper (Alice James, 2017).… Read more »
Shane Griffin
Abandoned Kiddie Pool

Shane Griffin - Abandoned Kiddie Pool

Poetry
Shane Griffin is a graduate student at Iowa State University’s Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing and the Environment.… Read more »
Shavahn Dorris-Jefferson
Ode to the White Lady Who Asked to Touch My Hair

Shavahn Dorris-Jefferson - Ode to the White Lady Who Asked to Touch My Hair

Poetry
Shavahn Dorris-Jefferson is an MFA candidate at Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in… Read more »
Len Lawson
Plan B

Len Lawson - Plan B

Poetry
Len Lawson is the author of the chapbook Before the Night Wakes You (Finishing Line Press) and editor of Hand… Read more »
Andrea Ruggirello
Proof

Andrea Ruggirello - Proof

Poetry
Andrea Ruggirello lives in Washington, DC by way of Seoul, New York, Boston, and West Virginia. Her writing has been… Read more »
Madeleine Wattenberg
Reconfiguration

Madeleine Wattenberg - Reconfiguration

Poetry
Madeleine Wattenberg’s work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in journals such as Best New Poets 2017, Fairy Tale Review,… Read more »
Callista Buchen
Tornado

Callista Buchen - Tornado

Poetry
Callista Buchen is the author of the chapbooks The Bloody Planet (Black Lawrence Press, October 2015) and Double-Mouthed (winter 2016,… Read more »
Holly Mitchell
Turning Out (The First Year)

Holly Mitchell - Turning Out (The First Year)

Poetry
Holly Mitchell is a poet from Kentucky. A winner of an Amy Award from Poets & Writers and a Gertrude… Read more »
Florence Weinberger
We’ve Taken Care of Everything

Florence Weinberger - We’ve Taken Care of Everything

Poetry
Florence Weinberger was born in New York City, raised in the Bronx, educated at Hunter College, California State University, Northridge,… Read more »

Abandoned Kiddie Pool

Shane Griffin

We were told to watch out for snipers when we sat
in the kiddie pool on that roof top in Ramadi.
Wes and I wore sunglasses under the hot
desert sun. We sipped water from our canteens
like drinking margs in Las Vegas or mojitos
in Key West. We raised empty fingers to our lips
and puffed expensive Cubans and tipped invisible waiters.

This is the fucking life, huh Griff? Wes said.
Poolside at Ramadi Resort.
A fucking kiddie pool in the mail!
All the way from Arlington, Fucking Mass!
Here’s to you, Grandma! We raised
our plastic canteens to the air to toast,
they clanged together like delicate cocktail glasses.
We laughed like civilians in swim trunks.
No body armor, no weapons.

A bullet snapped above, then another. We rolled
over the sides of the pool, dumped water
on that hot roof, low-crawled to the ladder
down into a sandbag bunker. Somewhere
in shadows, just out of sight, Juba laughed
and spared… Read more »