Poetry from Camille Newsom
Photo: Ronny Kind Chirp Creek Farm It’s easy to squat in the dirt and shame the bodies of carrots, to speak of girth and width, to desire those slender and long, to discard those short and stubby. Somewhere I visit the museum of my body. . . Camille Newsom is a creative currently living in […]
Fiction from Janna Miller
Photo: Shinta Kikuchi Folds Within Folds Under Edy’s hands, five seconds of life play out in folded paper. A moving menagerie of starts and sudden stops between origami creases. A kiss of birth. A gift. Five seconds is enough for: A butterfly’s wing to open and close once Five steps of a quick fox, pointed […]
Fiction from Avra Margariti
Photo: Dynamic Thing With Feathers The angel you caught in your net won’t stop shedding. You gather the feathers from the cracks between floorboards. They stick to the walls, wet with bitter hope and golden ichor. You think you will stuff and sew them into a pillow. You will have the sweetest dreams. Cheer up, […]
Nonfiction from Gloria Pearlman
Photo: Michael Bottom Feeder: Specimens in Silhouette I didn’t mean to drown her. It was only that she withered so quickly before my eyes. I was saving the morphine for a rainy day, but summer monsoons kept holding back. She always cried so readily in smooth strokes of night swims; I couldn’t choose another way. […]
Poetry from Natalie Marino
Photo: Greg Rosenke Dear America Cornflower mornings when I danced on purple mountains. Your majestic flag, its stair of stripes and stuck stars. Now passed forty, my child is a lucky seven and I look for you in sunsets. At her Saturday tennis lessons, the court parents talk of teams. No one wears a black […]
Poetry from Kathleen Hellen
Photo: Mick Haupt scared little rabbit “At five we reach a point not to be achieved again,” Margaret Wise Brown whirling in the kettle your quick your clot your quiet —alert larch, violent pale, overt heart big as a plain-white washer deep as a cracked mirror cooked as a sizzling heater your dumb fear […]
Poetry from Edie Meade
Photo: Revolt American Wisdom [American sentences] A greased glass jar under each leg of the crib frustrates the scorpions. Get you a man who shakes out pantlegs, who inspects seams, who takes his time. Writes you in American sentences: consecutive, no chance of parole. The second child hits different than the first – don’t get […]
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