Cincinnati Review

Separated by walls and doors, the narrator of “Playing Taps” is still able to supply his mind with visual images of the neighbor he only hears.

Christopher Nelson’s concrete poem looks at mental illness in a complex, gripping way.

On a Friday in June 2022 the nurse practitioner warned my husband, Brad, and me that it might be too soon to hear our baby’s heartbeat. “If we don’t hear anything,” she said, “I don’t want you to worry.” For the next few minutes, as she finicked with the Doppler and cocked her head this …

In this piece by Parker Wilson, we meet an online fitness addict with an unforgettable voice.

A prose poem with the juxtaposition of holy sites and vile acts

in the ER, on the gurney, white-sheeted, not yet cold. I fall on him. The husk of him. Still beautiful, that body. Long, lean, pleasingly hirsute. I love your fur, I used to giggle, stroking an arm, a leg. The nurses, the orderly, the so-young doctor recede, a sucking back my skin registers: their gaze …

(To use the PDF embedder to see all pages of the poem, use the arrows on the bottom left-hand side.) Weijia Pan is a poet and translator from Shanghai, China. His poems have appeared in AGNI, Boulevard, Copper Nickel, Georgia Review, Poetry Daily, and elsewhere. He is the winner of the 2023 Max Ritvo Poetry …