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Embarking on a road trip Going to eat some veggie burghers My girlfriend will do hair wraps For all of you berserkers Going to cross Ohio and Indiana borders Sharing … Continue Reading Road Trips and Red Jello (A Song)
The fish looked up at him with the eye that faced the shore. The eye that faced out to sea came in and out of view with the waves. He … Continue Reading The Fish
Of all the voices in this coniferous forest, I most hear the silent one. Same with the sightings in densely populated treetops. I see the one who is not here. … Continue Reading Ode to the Ivory-Billed Woodpecker
We will make this house hauntedtogether, bring Bloody Mary in through the bathroom mirrorshold séances in every room of the housepray loudly to Satan in the back yard at night. … Continue Reading How to Make a Ghost
If my head doesn’t raise and my eyesremain blurred, and if the cherry syrupstill clings to my chin, or the salivadigests smoothly, maybe you shouldreach for me with your long … Continue Reading lamb song
For all the obvious reasons there has never been an ode to a pump out truck, never an eau de perfume, but despite its grubby reputation the one charging off … Continue Reading The Pump Out Truck Cometh
I remember being fidgety, my unfinished body unable to settle into the icy, still dark of our shared room. Several other heartbeats (“practically an army,” my mother would say) filled … Continue Reading The Nest
Jim Krosschell’s poems and essays have appeared in some 70 journals, and hehas published two essay collections: One Man’s Maine, which won a MaineLiterary Award, and Owls Head Revisited. He … Continue Reading Barkskins
stop trying so hard to force these puzzle pieces of the past together time to stop remembering how you looked that last time and what I said and what now … Continue Reading Maybe it’s time to go home
Handsome Mark Sampson is coming, crossing the Northumberland Strait, a tanned satchel strapped on his back like a quiver, plump with pages from a new novel, chapters that taste like … Continue Reading Horror Novel
Rainwater pooled in a stump’s tiny depression: the sipping Frosted Elfin sees her two wings double. Dressed in tweed surely too hot for this June day, she seems not to … Continue Reading A Small Boast
Fire danced in her eyes, a blistering heat that taunted her, a slow cascade back and forth before her face, close but never touching, testing how close it could get. … Continue Reading Farewell, young flame.
Prompt: Were you ever bullied as a child? Tell a story of a time you were bullied, or a time you observed someone being bullied. TW: Bullying — I have been bullied, though not in the typically assumed way. I wasn’t bullied by other kids in my town. I was bullied by my siblings.
Dedicated to Hind Rajab, Sonya Massey, and all the lives unjustly taken. Trigger Warning: mentions of death and gore The dust, the sand, the street. The ghost of a fleeting … Continue Reading The End
TW: Panic attack, slight depressive spiral – “Oh, god, what did I do? Why did I do it? Why did I say that to her? Why? I know how she feels about that kind of stuff. At least, I have an idea,” Lux says frantically, pacing back and forth in their room, Camilla sitting on the edge of their bed worried as they start to spiral.
It’s inevitable, the trees that light up like fireflies in the night. It’s inevitable, the darkness that seeps into the land every morning. It’s inevitable, the curse of a thousand … Continue Reading Deceptive in the Night