Climate Change Takes My Marriage
by: Cassie Hottenstein

when winter stretches into summer,
snow out of season,
I wait by the fire for the answer
to my unaskable question.

your face appears among the logs,
and I add paperwork, hoping—
hiss&spit—our license to love
burns away and up the chimney,
surrendering to surprise cold.

 

Clear
by: Michele Pizarro Harman

I call her Wish Witch, because she insists, because it’s her name. The color of her skin is unclear and, sometimes, clear as glass. Her eyes are white as teeth. Her hair: white as brain dust, silver as star lice, wild with a few brambles of that-was-our-house and those-my-father’s-diaries soot.

 

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Cassie Hottenstein is a poet from Jacksonville, Florida. You can find her work in EAT, SoBoGhoSo, Boulder Weekly, and other online lit mags. She plays too many video games for her own good.

 

With English and Creative Writing degrees from UCLA & UF, Michele Pizarro Harman has published poems in Quarterly West, The Antioch Review, and Tinderbox Poetry, among others. She teaches high school English at her alma mater.