Heidi Morrell Lily I hook a Calla lily stem, and rob the stamen of the creamy pollen hovering like small atmosphere around its finger planet, rubbing it on my cheek in a sudden suburban ritual, drawing in some earthly connection however paltry, to the security of seasons, terrestrial rhythms among the cement, exhaust, and screens […]
Read MoreMcKinley Keener Separation For months after I first became a victim of the phone-cord noose that is long distance love, his crescent moon eyes still accompanied every pair of red sneakers I saw. McKinley Keener lives in Brooklyn, NY and watches just enough Netflix to be considered a college student.
Read MoreMarybeth Rua-Larsen Nine Inch Nails You sat on the couch cutting your long, black hair, chunk after chunk, while I kept my big-eyed distance beside you, not moving, not speaking, hoping not to be next as your cell shook with its “Terrible Lie” ringing, Pops signaling his release, insisting on a ride home. Marybeth Rua-Larsen […]
Read MoreDavid Anthony Martin In Bed Still between us lying in the dark we cosset something so small and its sharp winter nails. David Anthony Martin is native to the Olympic Peninsula of Cascadia but for the last two decades has made his home in Colorado where he forages for wild mushrooms when in season, collects feathers when found […]
Read MoreKen Sawitri After divorce helping her daughter to glue pieces for her first collages. Ken Sawitri was born in Blora, Central Java, Indonesia and is a haiku pupil who dedicated her haiku her motherland in Listen The Spice Whispers and noted her journey in writing haiku in http://thisissawitri.blogspot.com.
Read MoreKatherine McCormick denouement So you rush and rush, hurry hurry until you can hurry no more and your knee where you twisted it in school starts to burn when the sky grays and drops fall and your hair thins, changes color as you change shape, slow down and tire faster but you ignore the signs […]
Read MoreCristina M. R. Norcross What We Hold The only thing I could think about when I saw her perfect feet was the largeness of my hands, the impermanence of her smallness, and how out of practice I was for holding what ultimately can not be contained. Cristina M. R. Norcross is the seafood-loving editor of […]
Read MoreWendy Taylor Carlisle The Writing Teacher Told Us Never Write About The Moon We ate up his wisdom, living as we did in that irony-free zone, the south of the 1970’s laughing our rivals to scorn and waiting to be anthologized without noticing we were a decade behind in slang and skirt lengths or imagining […]
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