Hilary Sideris Red River, April 2020 At JBS mothers & daughters chop shoulder to shoulder, sweat, sneeze, scream over machines in Ixilean, Tagalog, Mai Mai about Wuhan’s flattening curve, New York’s sharp spike, the budding trees like lungs turned upside down in a flat land prone to flooding. Many years ago, as a child with […]
Read MoreMatthew Malmberg Surfing through Facebook The riptide drags me through the pain and the outrage crashes down my throat, but I’d rather drown in the stories of others than learn to swim through my own. Matthew Malmberg loses days almost as often as he loses his keys.
Read MoreMatthew Malmberg We Must Be Made For Each Other We both love the taste of whiskey on my tongue. Matthew Malmberg loses days almost as often as he loses his keys.
Read MoreJason Heroux 2020/03/19 At night on the road two headlights followed by dark followed by dark followed by two headlights followed by dark. Jason Heroux was born the same year Evel Knievel jumped 19 cars in Ontario, California.
Read MoreHowie Good Head Hearts Hands And this is how democracy dies – leisurely, with head and hand making wishful gestures while the heart continues frozen inside. Howie Good is the author of THE DEATH ROW SHUFFLE, a poetry collection forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.
Read MoreEllen Huang Want of a Wolf Suit Once a blue moon I crawl on all fours into old hiding places and howl for the parts of me left behind and wait for them to howl back. Ellen Huang is an ace writer of fairy tales, published in 50+ places, who enjoys tasteful horror and reenacting […]
Read MoreWendy Taylor Carlisle Craps Come, don’t come, but are you with the shooter, or not. Wendy Taylor Carlisle lives and writes in the belly of the present COVID beast, Northwest Arkansas.
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