Deonte Osayande “Things Left at 18063 Woodingham”
Deonte Osayande Birth certificates, in the safe with the guns, with my slave name diplomas, my broken laptop from years back, notebooks containing years of old love poems that I used to write, mail...
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Deonte Osayande On an app dedicated to black love I found more white people than I have ever met in my real life, our own spaces away from this void of whiteness but just like our history, even that...
View ArticleNancy Scott “David”
Nancy Scott David You learn to play guitar while counting two more years ’til retirement, practicing chord changes, thinking of adding a digital piano because you already have the telescope and the...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar “By the Sea”
Steve Klepetar By the Sea My sister, who lived by the sea, had a mind like an ocean, tangled with wind and sky, a body made of fog that leaped into air, became a kestrel or gull whose secret name hung...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar “The Weight of Time”
Steve Klepetar The Weight of Time What will become of the cardinal I saw flitting from our deck to a young tree’s naked branch, red flash against the sky? Steve Klepetar, a regular contributor on One...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar “Red Maple”
Steve Klepetar Red Maple Some faces you have forgotten, but others crowd your dreams, and when you wake in summer, they linger near the red maple that glitters in your yard. Steve Klepetar, a regular...
View ArticleSean Denmark “Brighton Beach”
Sean Denmark Brighton Beach I wasn’t told about snow on the sand. Sean Denmark (www.seandenmark.com) has been waiting for the mail.
View ArticleMEH “his freshman year”
MEH his freshman year When eyes bulge with the longing of a fish head on a French plate, for the son who finds his father’s body just where the old man left it— note pinned to the coat hung limp around...
View ArticleAlandya Durand “Distinct Difference”
Alandya Durand Distinct Difference When you said you had something to tell me my heart dipped an inch because for once the silence between us was audible, louder than the car that passed by right after...
View ArticleRenee LaBonte-Jones “Plaster”
Renee LaBonte-Jones Plaster ‘I think I fell in love with your father ‘because of his smile,’ she lied, ‘he was so tender, so kind.’ Renee LaBonte-Jones writes from her Seattle home, often with a cat on...
View ArticleScott Hughes “Schrödinger’s Rejection Letter”
Scott Hughes Schrödinger’s Rejection Letter When I find a new email in my inbox from a journal I submitted to, I wait to open it because in that moment my writing is simultaneously rejected and...
View ArticleAlyssa McMurtry “Language”
Alyssa McMurtry Language One love is two words. Alyssa McMurtry is a Canadian writer living in Northern Spain.
View ArticleWyeth Renwick “pitter patter”
Wyeth Renwick pitter patter As the radio drones on, the child’s bright sun is washed away in the pitter patter of the pouring rain. Wyeth Renwick is a twelve-year-old girl living in Los Angeles.
View ArticleLaura Winkelspecht “Past Tense”
Laura Winkelspecht Past Tense I still find myself talking about you in present tense like you’re still here to add tales to our story, but our verbs occupy the past now, a dying language where I am the...
View ArticleLaura Winkelspecht “Car trip, 1977”
Laura Winkelspecht Car trip, 1977 Family stuffed in a station wagon with wood-grained sides: little kids tumbled in the way-back, big kids on the bench seat, legs never touching Laura Winkelspecht is a...
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “On a Bee”
J. R. Solonche On a Bee The best poem ever written on a bee is by Emily Dickinson, so why are you wasting your time reading this one? J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines, journals, and...
View ArticleAdam Nagy “The Glitch”
Adam Nagy The Glitch We were younger and better when they killed the lights and you were lost in the static of the formless and the pure. Adam Nagy authored two novellas that can be found on Amazon and...
View ArticleCarol Francis “Reunion at Ellis Island, 1903”
Carol Francis Reunion at Ellis Island, 1903 Her skin still stinging from the rough scrub, tiny Anna, tethered in line to her mother, five sisters, and one brother, caught in her own the bright blue...
View Articledeb y felio “Aquarius”
deb y felio Aquarius After years of flushing unused narcotics, and dumping weapons of mean destruction into the nearest bodies of water, schools of fish have become gangs, and no other marine life...
View ArticleDennis Spiker “On the Island of Naxos”
Dennis Spiker On the Island of Naxos We were on that scooter exploring the island of Naxos when we invaded a silent village, stopped to watch a funeral procession, saw the Beloved carried aloft on a...
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