Sarah Paulos “In the Winter”
Sarah Paulos In the Winter It was winter when I inchwormed my way to the very forest floor And crawled into the earth, hoping for its warmth, Waiting to see if I could outlast the frost that kills the...
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Sarah Paulos With No Umbrella Yes, you’re supposed to kiss your lover in the rain, But you’re supposed to kiss in a mild shower, With good lighting, while the music swells, Not in an April thunderstorm...
View ArticleDavid Hanlon “Your Promises”
David Hanlon Your Promises layed out on the table like our finest cutlery set that shimmers & glistens but is never used. David Hanlon is a Bristol-based poet who can be followed at...
View ArticleMadison Estes “The Second Knife”
Madison Estes The Second Knife He slept with her in what was our bed, with its faded blue sheets and worn edges, and when I saw her— the face of my best friend, her eyes as wide as they were guilty— I...
View ArticleMadison Estes “Mint Condition”
Madison Estes Mint Condition You prefer the mint-condition idea of her, so you don’t take the doll out of the box, the card out of the hard protector, the comic book out of the plastic sleeve, and...
View ArticleMadison Estes “New Toys”
Madison Estes New Toys A broken ballerina, forever spinning on hope and forgiveness, could be glued back together, but new toys so seldom require repairs. Madison Estes lives in Houston, Texas where...
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “Short Speech for Sisyphus”
J. R. Solonche Short Speech for Sisyphus See how I torment my tormentor by cutting him out, and see how I punish myself by pushing this stone I cut up this mountain I built. J. R. Solonche is author...
View ArticleMegan Merchant “The Pro-Life Approach to Refugee Children”
Megan Merchant The Pro-Life Approach to Refugee Children I will keep the egg nestled under a warm light in a bed of hair I shave from my head, and sing it safe, but once the first crack shows, I will...
View ArticleHowie Good “Thinking of Spring in December”
Howie Good Thinking of Spring in December Gardens speak these fiery stories that have been buried in them – ash, smoke, all of it. Howie Good is the author of The Loser’s Guide to Street Fighting,...
View ArticleHowie Good “Late Capitalism”
Howie Good Late Capitalism The GPS asked which route, the shortest or most scenic, and so it’s not just happenstance that we happen to be here, at this roadside rest stop, where a woman fell, and...
View ArticleHowie Good “Sea of Reeds”
Howie Good Sea of Reeds The way all of it was dancing in the wind, I thought was just so beautiful, like some buried turbulence stirred up by the back wash of a giant RV hurtling down the highway with...
View ArticleMaximilian Lloyd “A Blind Woman or a Knife Victim”
Maximilian Lloyd A Blind Woman or a Knife Victim Each tear duct taped closed. Maximilian Lloyd writes poetry.
View ArticleJessica Goodfellow “The Function of Snow”
Jessica Goodfellow The Function of Snow Snow fell on the ground like a truth serum, an inverse relief map of desires, everyone’s comings and go- ings laid bare. Jessica Goodfellow doesn’t want to do...
View ArticleSteve Brightman “Reflection On Smaller Brighter Veins”
Steve Brightman Reflection On Smaller Brighter Veins On the eve of color slowly disappearing, sunlight spread across my face with the same thermal abandon that flavored my days before dollars were...
View ArticleSteve Brightman “Metaphors Are The Weirdest Mirrors”
Steve Brightman Metaphors Are The Weirdest Mirrors Venus, like good news, arrives before sunrise this crisp morning. Steve Brightman believes there are only two seasons: winter and baseball.
View ArticleSteve Brightman “Things They Did Not Teach In Sunday School”
Steve Brightman Things They Did Not Teach in Sunday School No stone left unturned is only one step removed from moving a boulder from the tomb. Steve Brightman believes there are only two seasons:...
View ArticleSteve Brightman “Or Else What’s The Point in Having One?”
Steve Brightman Or Else What’s The Point in Having One? A heart cannot break a stone, but it has to try. Steve Brightman believes there are only two seasons: winter and baseball.
View ArticleX. P. Callahan “Perspective”
X. P. Callahan Perspective From the nineteenth floor of Lima’s Hotel Crillón I convinced myself a May Day workers’ riot is just like an Earth Day march. X. P. Callahan is the proprietor of...
View ArticleX. P. Callahan “Second Run”
X. P. Callahan Second Run If your life were a Hollywood movie you could get a refund or take to Rotten Tomatoes and give it a crap review. X. P. Callahan is the proprietor of Centorama: Happy Home...
View ArticleX. P. Callahan “Last Prayer”
X. P. Callahan Last Prayer When I’m carried off this battlefield, may Nana’s plump little teapot not fall into the rough hands of the Salvation Army. X. P. Callahan is the proprietor of Centorama:...
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