PLOT I had a map in my heart to sense which room my father was in before I entered the house. An X on the kitchen or his bedroom, or the living room located him. Red X warned me to go to a neighbor…

Welcome to Rogue Agent, a journal for poetry and art that inhabits the body.

A poem that toggles gently between life and death, its sorrows and faith, alongside renewal of life as reflected in spring daffodils.

"Fate is a small word."

Enjoy the current issue of Sonic Boom, a literary journal that showcases explosive short-form poetry and visual poems from around the world.

"Silver, walking his own plank. He has science to thank."

their sticky eggs dripping from each strand

Salt!— In proper measure

"One day you finally knew"

New poetry by Rochelle Shapiro celebrates river, sky, and nature--"this is my cathedral"-- singing with avian glory and tender plants.