Jessica Sheets shares the sensual joys of her poem "For Amy". 

So much of your time spent with your mouth propped open,
drowning down maraschino cherries, popping on
a flattened tongue, soon enough, the whole of you
would be splashed into a flaming ruby that hands
became deaf and numb towards, leaving fingers to stare. 

John Dorsey makes his Drunk Monkeys debut with a set of four short poems. 

the only thing
that keeps me here
is the thought
that a mile
on uneven gravel
is too far to go
for a final baptism. 

Relationships are complicated. Especially the ones closest to home. April Jones with her poem "Flight".

I only think of you in the quietest moments, the ones

that force me to remember the things I’ve worked

my life to forget. I once thought that I’d long for a

mother.

The river along the route

Of the heart, close to

The most recent feeling, overflows

At each bloody corner