Strangler | Meredith Boe
Head lolled to the side like a dog. Sweetly pollenated air on a nature walk. He picks up a feather and says, like this one? A book told...
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Feb 261 min read
In Doubt | Lydia Trethewey
After Berlinde de Bruyckere the way we hang together, limp as a pair of bloodied antlers, anxiety bodied-out. he is a growth of ribs...
Feb 201 min read
Ghosted | Holly Fine
He told me the truth using no words, leaving me to walk alone at twilight. Enveloped by choking air, I saw colors in peripherals like the...
Feb 141 min read
Putting Butter on a Scone (for Claire, Joan, and Melissa) | Carol Smith
Bossy sister spreads butter on my scone in the coffee shop we happened upon at Nicholson and Drummond. Shy sister reaches in to add peach...
Feb 111 min read
Chapel | Alicia Claire de Mello
my grandmother died two weeks ago, and my aunt organized her funeral there’s a wake first at a stale chapel in South San Francisco with...
Feb 81 min read
Cherry | C.E. Oldham
We pluck expertly with our teeth. Prying this sweet opaque from its stem. Our hands, a crime scene. We smile at each other, mouths full...
Feb 51 min read
The Ladies Room | Michael Favala Goldman
Where kingdoms rise and fall, the site of power and arbitration. Where secrets are nursed, oaths stacked. The door to safety, swagger,...
Feb 21 min read
Implication | Yvette A. Schnoeker-Shorb
He is a kind man who doesn’t wear the stereotypical white coat, though he still takes notes, observing her as she speaks. A polite fellow...
Jan 312 min read
Friendship | Kait Quinn - 1st Place Poetry Contest Winner
after Chen Chen We discard our mermaid tails at thirteen but never stop meeting in water, hands clasped as we plunge full body into...
Jan 312 min read
list of things that can’t be listed | Amanda Conover - 2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner
the list begins with an explanation of the nonlinear nature of time, how humans made it chronological despite everything happening at...
Jan 311 min read
A second with you | Shuchi Batra - 3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner
I crave a second with you in a world where time stretches like a ribbon boundaries melt like snow religion loses its grip and loving you...
Jan 301 min read
post mortem | Hannah Norris
heartbreak is its own kind of grief/but there is no funeral or coming together/to celebrate the life/ it is a coming apart/an untethering...
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