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Sep 13, 20208 min read
A Taste of Honey - Katherine Ryden
As I sat nervously waiting in a trendy Greek restaurant in Midtown Manhattan, an older man walked quickly toward me and sat down in the...
Sep 12, 20204 min read
Tattoos Only Fade - Molly Blumhoefer
They sloshed around the dark bathroom like large animals after tranquilizer darts. Two of the walls were cinder-block, a basement corner....
Sep 12, 20201 min read
Us - Christine Nanfra
I am reminded of yesterday, when we wanted to believe our love was eternal, and time, like reality would never catch up with us. We...
Sep 10, 20204 min read
Escapism - Shawn Young
It had just happened a week ago, and she was running. Eleanor Grisby, her face etched with the lines of sixty years, sharp eyes looking...
Sep 10, 202010 min read
The Metaphysical Diorama of a Fisherman - Tim Harris
“The crabs cut ‘em… or plastic!” I nod understandingly, “Everything that comes to net… ‘s not all fish!” he adds. Delivering at first...
Sep 9, 20201 min read
Without Cause - Andrea Taylor
Rusted train tracks chug beneath our mud-crusted combat boots imprisoning browned socks and bruised, blistered feet patiently awaiting...
Sep 9, 20201 min read
Dad - Molly Blumhoefer
lost in a corner of the yard I grow close to what you could have been a mountain discarded tires, splintered lumber, chicken wire, a...
Sep 8, 20203 min read
Sprinting Away - Teresa Pham-Carsillo
I am at my ugliest when I run, red with exertion and dripping with sweat. I have pulsing veins that appear on my forehead and sometimes,...
Sep 8, 20201 min read
Surrender - Shantha J. Bunyan
When people ask how I’ve been Somehow I know That it’s not okay For me to tell them That my eyes seem to have Started leaking Frustration...
Sep 7, 20203 min read
Dear Therapist - Tammy Smith
I haven't seen you in-person for the past four months. It's been approximately 121 days since I counted the steps like sacred breaths it...
Sep 7, 20201 min read
Born of Pain: A Menstrual Poetry Collection - Holly Easton
My thighs covered in Raspberry jam slip from bed towards the pantry My cervix gifts me A pimple the size of a Peregrine falcon You don't...
Sep 6, 20207 min read
City to Country - Daja Wilson
I’ve always felt living in the city has its perks. As a young girl of 12, my mother and I had just moved to the center of Portland, the...
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