Poetry – Issue 29Invasives Nathaniel Perry The love we walk around with is a dull tool—though it hangs from our belts with a rusty grace, like planets expertly wired in a model of space that slowly turns when whoever built it pullssome secret string. . . .Please log in or subscribe to continue reading. Explore Related Work: Poetry – Issue 28•Romanze Anna Maria Hong Blissed with the notion of forbidden lust, lothario of forever-mantled satisfaction, prolong this unreal engagement—senses multiplied and shunted in constant theme and variation—prolapse, my wandering Poetry – Issue 28•Unsonnet Lesley Wheeler When color comes back to the world, leaving gets near. By the roadside, auburn and cream cows chew spangled green. Creeks steam. A lone bull’s horns gore Poetry – Issue 28•Here on Earth Chad Abushanab The field behind our house tonight reminds me of an empty bed with drifts of snow like wrinkled sheets and shadows where you laid your head.