Poetry from Hailey Spencer
Photo: Martha Dominguez de Gouveia What To Write in Your Journal To Move On ….1. A description of what happened. To transmogrify biography to story, certain details must be omitted for the sake of time. Do I drown out my lover’s unbrushed hair, the day I picked blackberries when all he wanted to do was […]
Fiction from Shalya Powell
Photo: Matt Hardy The Other Shore Lulma has a sealskin and Kayla has a drowning dress. The garments are both, for a time, lost. That is, until today. Lulma is looking through Kayla’s closet for clothes to borrow, pulling woolen flannel after woolen flannel off cheap plastic hangers until she comes across the dress. There […]
Poetry from Jade Driscoll
Photo: Jr Korpa To My Psychiatrist: A Non-Exhaustive List of My Recurring Nightmares I. I am visiting the grandmother who wishes I wasn’t her granddaughter. I’m in the blue Cutlass Sierra that Mom had when I was a kid. At the crest of a hill I must descend to reach dear old grandma’s house, someone […]
Poetry from Yaz Lancaster
Photo: Anderson Rian Canto Many words were invented by sisters dusted in candlelight and brilliance. Gallivant. Fervent. Survival. One of them probably said “I know not of war but its violence. It’s slick in that way.” Ceremonial. Jurisdiction. I think I want to experience religion, just one really good time. Apathy. The moon belongs so […]
Poetry from Eric Roller
Photo: Susan Q Yin Late Night Semantics Imagine this, I say to your back, as you fall asleep tonight: Everything in this world struggles. Borneo elephants and cutthroat eels, black bean aphids and carpenter ants, sand oak trees and spear thistle; prokaryotes and Aristotle once upon a time. This marriage, I say under pillow Your […]
Poetry from Megan Huffman
Photo: Manfred Richter Family Activities it’s God’s Day when we have to turn in bottles. Baby Brother stays home when Dad can’t look at him anymore. but i’m Favorite and rewarded with leading the cloud of stale, hole punched walls away from the car. Dad taught Favorite the skill of feeding the machine as fast […]
Poetry from Yvonne Amey
Original Photo: David Law Ricky Parks & the Coal Minors is not a band but a family of bones. is a family of maples flicking their August manes into a yellow-leafed hollow. am I a singer. are Grandpa & the miners resting. am I thin & windswept. am I a thousand of hours from autumn. […]
Fiction from Kim Magowan
Photo: Chuttersnap The Best Defense Is a Good Offense (So They Say) The wife has a husband who cannot trust her. “This is why I cannot trust you,” he says, shaking his head dolefully. He has just overheard her telling her sister that he did not get the promotion at work. But her sister asked! […]
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