Poetry from Gad Kaynar-Kissinger

Poetry from Gad Kaynar-Kissinger

Photo by runnyrem What’s Left Poetry is a safe In a foreign city Hotel. A tour guide Trying to get lost. Salted peanuts In the bar after midnight. A second after they closed. A second before blacking out. Poetry is what’s left After you have left And took the elevator. And walked side by side […]

Fiction from Madeline Anthes

Fiction from Madeline Anthes

Photo by Milada Vigerova I May Never Be Clean Again Oh, Mother, forgive me, I may never be clean again. I know the words. I heard them whispered over paper napkins and squeezed hands. I heard them as my knees bruised and I pressed my hands into steeples in front of my chest. I heard […]

Fiction from Tess Walsh

Fiction from Tess Walsh

Photo by Daniil Kuželev Dandelions We came to Vermont to heal; that’s what the website had promised our parents. Written word therapy sounded just academic enough for us to hold onto our good girl titles. It wasn’t rehab; it was gentler than that. Our problems were gentler than that. The driveway was gravel and the […]