Paying It Forward
Almost every month I worried until it came I was intact, virginal, but PMS rendered me paranoid visions of sperm seeping as advice...
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Evan Benedict
- Oct 7
Sheets of Ink
how can i ink you down when there’s no word for “eyes of wildflower and vine?” for the way our bodies meet at the hips, trench your...
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J.B. Fredkin
- Sep 29
Wordless
I will shuffle into today through the garage door where I’ll collect a high octane anxiety with old coffee grounds and soft boiled...
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Preeti Talwai
- Sep 19
"Colonoscopy Prep," "Glass Squid," and "Hematoma"
Preeti Talwai writes from the California coast, where she is also a researcher at Google. Her work has been published or is forthcoming...
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Ellie Laabs
- Sep 14
In Expectation of Summer
These, the crushed-cicada days. Dry heat on brick, shoes quicken under sweat. Everything feels trodden one too many times. A smutty haze...
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Leah Browning
- Sep 14
"5150" and "Encyclopedia Britannica"
5150 This time, I get to ride next to her in the back of the ambulance. It’s a short distance to the hospital but the only things they...
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[jp/p]
- Sep 12
Assisted Dying
There are no barbed wires here: there are keypad numbers green lights and weathered LEDs glued half-heartedly to brick We punch the...
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Patrick Wilcox
- Aug 30
Summer of racial reckoning
No, we can do better -- That summer was so much more -- Summer of swelter -- Summer of sickness and last ditch efforts -- Starving young...
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Julie Benesh
- Jul 26
Three Curses
I. My mother was 17, cancer-orphaned, about to be married when she saw the blood. She thought she was injured or dying of the family...
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Sophia Falco
- Jun 8
Spider Legs
after Tommy Orange. I would pluck the daddy long-legs from the peeling yellow painted walls placing them in my doll house out of rubber...
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Ed Doerr
- Jun 3
A Poem by Ed Doerr
Organizing My Underwear Drawer By Silhouette, Color, & Designer As A Coping Mechanism At the Onset of a Panic Attack Don’t die in a pair...
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Cindy Buchanan
- Jun 1
Awakening
I run beside the bay, a ritual to sift through the accumulation of late night film noir that loops behind my eyes. The sun streaks pink...
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Julia Alter
- May 9
The Ballad of Swilt Jack
by Julia Alter Child of coyote howl & sediment spilling down a ravine Nobody’s friend friend of...
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Jessica Scirocco
- Apr 26
"The clarity of the moon, novels and sink" and "Stained Beach"
The clarity of the moon, novels and sink It was two months before I didn’t need a mirror to remind me of the curved lines in my eyes....
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S.D. Dillon
- Apr 21
"A hundred yards onto the lake" and "Movement(s)"
A hundred yards onto the lake A coyote trots across the ice Between the pier and open waters. The wind chill is ten below. Wedges of ice...
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Walter Weinschenk
- Apr 21
Underwater
I I tumbled through A school of fish, A swirling horde, A silver coil That danced Around me Like a circle of light While, below, Green...
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Laura Ohlmann
- Apr 19
Spit
Hall light slits the table, your hands on the tabletop, nails splitting at the tips, knot of hair missing from the center of scalp where...
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Tia Cowger
- Apr 12
"Siren Song" and "The Boat
I haven’t always been a shipwreck—heart chest hasn’t always been locked up with warped sides, rusted keyhole. The sirens sung my father...
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Amanda Leal
- Mar 10
First Kiss
At the Pond Apple Slew, we lay beneath a film of sweat, overarching palmetto fronds, my hoodie stretched like a picnic blanket over...
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Linda McCullough Moore
- Mar 3
"I Remember the World" and "Seen Different Ways"
I Remember the World I step out on the porch to hear the woman's voice next door. “Daddy's home,” she calls out. That line drawn across...
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