Coal Pile

Not enoughgo back outsays DadIt’s colderwettermore snowGo back outget moresays DadWe lug ourmetal pail tothe coal pileUnder whitewith spadeswe chip at blackLittle comeshands red and numbwe dig A current MFA candidate at Wichita State University, S.H. Woodgeard lives...

What I should’ve Said to the Girl I Love

Izraq Jesen Imaginea day / eight years ago / we are at the staircase to the college west wing / the hallway opens / into History i kiss / the dimple at the corner of your lips / History frowns / through cobwebbed veilTell mewe are allowed to / have this / to love to /...

Spare Room

I will embroider us together, into every secret seamturn the bedsheet inside outand leave it to fade to dust in the spare room.A surprise for when I’m gone.And then you will seeHow we were made and unmade and could never be undone.And you will knowHow much you were...