by Brittany Swenson
Brittany Swenson is an American writer living in New York City. She has been published in Thought Catalog and has attended Pace University. Currently she is working on a short story collection […]
by E.E. King
You’re walking down the street A man wearing a white Tee-shirt that says Life hands you something It is round It is yellow It smells like summer Like weddings Like fields Like bees Like hot alcohol-less toddies You miss the alcohol
You enter a department store A man wearing […]
When Lazarus Moves His Hands
by Marchell Dyon
He wiggles his fingers like spider legs Now free from Sheol’s invisible chains
With the swiftness of a snail, He moves his fingers closer to sunlight
That filters in like ivy That penetrates through the cave wall
He hears his name being called From a voice vague […]
Do not forsake
E. Kristin Anderson
__________________________________________________________________ (This is an erasure poem. Source material: “My Dos & Don’ts: by Kate McKinnon Glamour, September 2014, page 116.) _______________ E. Kristin Anderson’s first two chapbooks came out recently: A Guide for the Practical Abductee (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014) and A Jab of Deep Urgency (Finishing […]
by T.D. Walker
_______________ T.D. Walker‘s poems have previously appeared in Star*Line, Cold Mountain Review, Borderlands: Texas Poetry […]
I Love All the Space Photos
by E. Kristin Anderson
We were talking about having those nightmares. (I’ve started saying those words out loud.) You wake up sweating; I got two cuts.
I’ve started saying those words out loud— believe it or not, it took a while. I got two cuts, I swear, a week […]
by Victoria G. Smith
Mother, since your death,
I swim in and out of you like water through gills— a recurring dream of the dreamer recurring in the dream.
I grab and shake you, screaming Enough of this! Time to change! But my voice gets caught in a net of tangled emotions […]
by Mary Catherine Harper
How much better for them both, that crazy mad Othello to have been right in his surmise, his saintly Desdemona to have taken a lover after all.
But no man could get inside that sad mad-in-love woman the way her taciturn soldier could, so let’s make a story not […]
Currently cataloging librarian for a public library, Adele Gardner loved being editor for The Mariners’ Museum and projectionist for AMC Theatres. Home wouldn’t be complete without five cats, two birds, a kit harpsichord, and two friendly guitars. A graduate of the […]
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