Picture Window It being her job, she made her son put on his scarf under his winter coat before he sent himself to his job, into the March wind to a sky fill...

MICHAEL CHANG (they/them) poets to feel alive. Their writing has been published or is forthcoming in The Minnesota Review, Yellow Medicine R

the roads not yet wet— beside them, cuts in ashen earth, flat and dark and complicated. I occupied a point in space somewhere between sunset, far behind me, ...

Earthly Places “And all that I knew is moving away from me.” -Joanna Newsom The sign on the office door reads Gone where the clock really jumps from the wall...

i checked the widow box today another milestone in the books like the restored antique car found languishing on a Georgia farm a tree growing through its flo...

He waved himself off the stage though the applause hadn’t subsided any. There would be another hour signing autographs – a change made...

When I called Mike to let him know I was in Burlington, visiting for five days on business, he was short and guarded with me, almost suspicious. My reason fo...

Our Own Town I was remembering us the smooth and the rough the times we have had the love we have made in between the sonnets and haikus, we have coupled, we...

Kangaroo Rain “Step outside and the air is a weight you bear.” –Catherine Pierce We used to play in an empty swimming pool, skin on cement and nothing ...

How I Came to America “Credibility gap” and “rubbernecking”. My father loved the language of America, loved the lure of opportunity. He came here often. When...

Moving from House to House We live in a sacramental universe; Every small act becomes an act to redeem us: A brocaded coat repaired and handed down, A kind o...

The garlic scent in my passenger seat is getting stronger. I’ll throw away the leftovers and see what replaces it first. I thought the most common color for ...

The Air Inside The Voice Lesson Searching for air, I mine deep into this cryptic cavern. The coach intones, Breathe! Your air must wind its way up from the...

waiting in the hospital where they showed the history channel on repeat and I brought a loaf of sourdough bread and a jar of Nutella maybe it was french brea...

She guessed he felt badly by how he bandaged the knee, checking it daily, taking her mother’s place in the fix-it department. She accepted his good cheer and...