...Michael Levan © 2016 Michael Levan 2016 Michael Levan Wanting Snow in August There are days in August when I want to be smothered by a foot of fresh snow, which makes sense if you’re midwestern or if you can only fall asleep to the radio hissing some ball game...

...Celia Laskey © 2017 Celia Laskey 2017 Celia Laskey Snow Angel I go into the Pancake House to hang more signs. The smell of sausage and syrup and damp down jackets infuses the air. The cashier says I can tape it to the front door. One outside, one inside? I ask. Sure, he says. As I...

... narrative literature. Focusing on Orhan Pamuk's novel Snow , I analyze the ways in which worldly faith and parochial secularity unravel the religious/cosmopolitan agon. As Pamuk's novel underscores, because the most prominent boundaries of the modern world system are not territorial or political but...

... snow, tongue of always    leaving the mouth swung open for enthused wind. Dear tongue of incense. Of the dropped icicle,    its divot-shaped legacy across a bloom-red field turning like touched snow. minnesota review 88 (2017) DOI 10.1215...

... off snow banks into side streets. Sometimes dreams slip poison, make the living dead then alive again, twirling in an unfamiliar room. It’s hard to say I need you enough. Today I did. Walked into your morning shower fully clothed. All the moments we stop...

... the 1930s, and the family had no contact with the outside world until 1978. Last night I dreamed that fire flew down from the east and when I woke the sun was lighting the snow aflame. After living alone for so long, the sky became another prophet...

... on Maggie  I planted landmines beneath the snow and left my car:  to burn in a horse field  there goes fall there goes late spring and summer  there goes my romantic epoch skittering down the road  what chance did I have?  what tires unburdened themselves of ice?  a bed-sheet rope tied itself...

...Michael Catherwood © 2016 Michael Catherwood 2016 Michael Catherwood Bob Hicok Is Everywhere He must write when he’s bathing, while he shovels snow or sows grass seed. He must have duct taped a legal pad to his Toro mulcher/mower. I bet he...

...   by interstate and made it this far, then over time coyote and vulture, those feelings . . . A house without a heart or eyes an unanimated house. And all the winterkills retreating snow reveals early houses...

... to consider whether this will harm her. You are even less disposed to consider condoms. Perhaps you will bathe in the snow afterward while the exhausted parents in the neighborhood fail to try to arrest you to end your joy. It is suddenly obvious that harm must be done...

...Lara Ehrlich © 2017 Lara Ehrlich 2017 Lara Ehrlich Ruler of the Inverted Year You come alone, your footsteps smoking. The first in generations to walk the Road of Bones. There are no signs, and snow chokes the channel between the trees. Those who tried before you walked until they...

... (2016) DOI 10.1215/00265667-3457687  © 2016 Chelsea Lemon Fetzer 42   43 sings the new favorite. Listen to the words, a man falling backward in snow. She sings her father’s name Michael. Heart attack on Valentine’s is a hard act to follow...

... seen it. But I know it is there, slipping through the deep beneath the ice. When I look at the translucent blue beneath my paws, I worry that I might have seen a shadow moving with us. When snow swirls around us and the air becomes hazy, the refracted light multiplies the whale into a hundred...

... trailing tattered edges mean rain on the forest uplands and snow, this season, in the highest passes where I cross a ridge and descend toward Spring, slabs of stone in the cuts topped with caps of moss This land so huge one can never see enough of it...

... ash in early snow. ...

... his fly unzipped, and we all were detained by the law. When I think of un-filed charges, I want to say gently the names of my sisters, and I want to commit the names of the people who’ve hurt my dear sisters to memory. The snow is still falling on the berries and whip, and if I were the...

... & glass, to pick up the snow when it’s already gone. We won’t try. Tell me you want a bed filled with all the water the city can’t have & I’ll fill the bottles up until I can’t handle touching them. minnesota review 86 (2016) DOI 10.1215/00265667-3457699  © 2016 Justin...

..., orbiting alder branches, crane shadow. The orange seam of morning punches through a gray horizon. A seven pointer groans at my feet, spine clipped from ricochet, jaw unhinged, tongue arcing toward my boot print in the snow. Blood rushes to my ears as I snap a...

... meetings in the backyard, when it snows, when we look, in our black dresses, least like robots. minnesota review 83 (2014) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2781656  © 2014 Aaron Gerber 57 ...

... dog misses her puppies, she gets the walrus from the toy box and finishes ripping its white fluffy guts out. Look, she says, Snow. Even my dog is more creative than me although I make a wicked margarita. The secret is capsicum. The secret is drinking from a test tube...