Attention, Please. Now
by Matthew Pitt

Graffiti
by Komal Patel

Shocking, Surprising Snodgrass
by Jay Rogoff

Born Again
    Komal Patel

When Stephen spoke out,
his words hit hard ears. Silently
dragged and stoned and dead. His dented flesh

now on your name, Stephen. I read about it
after you told me your mother saw Christ
standing to the left of your crib—
she doesn’t worry about you.

I was born in a room with no ghosts
or visions. Just my mother,
induced and laboring. My stars
read and changed by a stranger
from her father’s town,

where there is no open heaven, no angels
witnessing Hallelujah in any name.