If there is just one thing I know,one certainty amid the blinkingopen eye of chaos, […]
Category: Pandemic Poems
Social Demolition by Terysa Dyer
Today we tore outyour mother’s kitchen,methodically sledge-hammering one cabinetafter another after another:my hands prybar tired,arms […]
Fine Dining in the Era of Trump by Brock Dethier
Moab, UEA Friday By light of the bright motel signwe endeavor most daintly to dine,eating […]
if we live by Star Coulbrooke
insidethe virusfeelthe fibersflexingpressingfeather trembleimpulsedown a shallownerve stemchainto chainsense tosense therushthe brightspikescastingtendrilsgraspingwrappinglung invelvetsmotherwhat itmeans to live […]
2021 New Year Message from the Editors
As the new year begins, we at Line Rider Press find ourselves reflecting on the […]
Poetry in a Time of COVID-19 by Star Coulbrooke (for Terysa)
I too miss it,The feeling of laughterWelling-up on a walkTo campus,Peering acrossThe grassy quadTo wonder […]