Todd Mercer Collect I called Eddie Kendricks when I felt all hope was gone and Eddie to his credit mumbled heartfelt support like it wasn’t 3 a.m. in Detroit, Michigan. Todd Mercer coined the popular culture term “high-tracked” (becoming side-tracked from one’s stream of thought due to being high) and wrote a digital chapbook, Life-wish […]
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Munira Sayyid “Answers my mother expects”
Munira Sayyid Answers my mother expects I married him because our nose rings matched and he said, my eyes held rainbows that didn’t die with the sun. Munira Sayyid writes because she does not like swallowing words.
Read MoreMonica Flegg “Conservative Measures”
Monica Flegg Conservative Measures I too trim stems of lilies, delphinium and trillium, delaying beauty’s inevitable fade. Monica Flegg isn’t aging as gracefully as tulips do, but she’s trying.
Read MoreDevon Balwit “Saint Jude”
Devon Balwit Saint Jude Always scavenging, my husband cannot say no to a free box, arms spilling castoffs, broken things, books in languages he cannot even read. Devon Balwit religiously guards her one countertop. Anything of her husband’s that touches it gets swept to the floor.
Read MoreDevon Balwit “Conditional”
Devon Balwit Conditional When the dog ate my French novel, I was mad, but when it ate my bra, I was not even sorry. Devon Balwit learned late in life that she is a sucker for dogs.
Read MoreDevon Balwit “The End”
Devon Balwit The End We clean the rental house before we go, regretfully, room by room, gathering up all we brought, much as we will do with our bodies when it is time. Devon Balwit is fighting the good fight and refuses to dress her age.
Read MoreDevon Balwit “Now I Have What Once I Wanted”
Devon Balwit Now I Have What Once I Wanted When young, I envied the character-filled hands of the old, with their ropey veins and swollen knuckles, so unlike my smooth doll-baby hands, as yet unproven. Devon Balwit‘s only regret is that she doesn’t have more than 10 fingers for silver rings.
Read MoreDevon Balwit “Perverse”
Devon Balwit Perverse Another global hacker has locked hard drives, asking $300 in Bitcoin to liberate files, and I wonder whether I should, instead, beg them to freeze mine, and thus return to an age of innocence and concentration, heedless of likes and teapot tempests, yet for all that, content. Devon Balwit spends a lot […]
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