San Diego 2007 | Star Jalanugraha
I find us, always rolling down that grassy hill at grandma’s. Knees stained green, itchy as hell. Blotchy, burnt faces echoing hues of...
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Sep 241 min read
Resilience | Lia Smith-Redmann
for my cousin Nadia. Peeled back as a baby to reveal her delicate insides – heart laid bare. Someone wished upon her like a flower and...
Sep 211 min read
The Pantheon of Dead Ex-boyfriends | Julie Benesh
South of close relatives, north of the minor arcana of pre-deceased coworkers, neighbors, et cetera, subset of the mammoth ship of...
Sep 151 min read
Supermarket Baby | Juliet Simon
The biggest betrayal I ever met I handled like an infant at the supermarket wailing down aisles, bawling tears of denial tearing down...
Sep 91 min read
child | Katie Rotella
the windows of the train are cloudy: scratches and water stains blur the surface—it’s just like watching an old television, except there...
Aug 151 min read
In Line at Eden, 1989 | Adriana Stimola | 1st Place Poetry Contest Winner
I remember buying basil with my mother. At the counter I swam in time too small for weekday nets to catch— where it’s wrists wearing...
Aug 151 min read
As If Deep Rest Were a Lottery Ticket | Ellen Skilton | 2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner
When she taught me to swim, she said, only breathe if you absolutely have to — as if oxygen was not needed to live. I often feel like a...
Aug 151 min read
My Sister’s Life Sinks on the Day of the Titanic’s Anniversary | Cynthia Pratt | 3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner
The hue of her wooden frame turned cerulean after her husband left. Blue now covers the heart’s jagged rock limbs. She becomes a skiff...
Aug 41 min read
My Girlfriend and I Come From a Small Town | Bellamy Rump
A sigh creates St. Helens’ ash swallowing weeks old milk and grandpa’s leather recliner into the heart of a midwest false-spring...
Aug 11 min read
Cleolynne | Lee Varon
You were God’s messenger—ethereal creation, the first lesbian I knew besides Shelly Guy, who had a butterfly tattooed on her wrist at a...
Jul 261 min read
Bedside | Miree Antar
A common nook— A girl and her bed and her pillows, Where shrines collect at the bottom of the bed, Piled-up books—hundreds of them. But...
Jul 171 min read
The Girl Who Pitied Herself | Margaret D. Stetz
into her hair thick white library paste smeared into her face daddy long-legs shaken into her fist snot-coated tissues shoved and...
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