It Was Early Evening
by Richard P. Mayer The wind blew open the door and Ozzie materialized. He slid in sideways, a faded reflection un-detected. A swarm of workaholics were struggling to decompress, swathed … Continue Reading It Was Early Evening
hometown
by Alahnna Balmeo Alahnna Balmeo was born in California, where she learned how to curse, but not swim. She was previously mentioned in the San Diego CityBeats as a … Continue Reading hometown
Cold Spin
By Kaja Weeks Cold Spin My sister is fifteen, I am eight. We’re on the ice wearing white leather skates. She—lanky, scowling, a brown ponytail swaying as she … Continue Reading Cold Spin
Stage Directions
by S.B. Merrow A Camp Skit in Five Parts Wherein A White Woman Plays Dead To See Where It Gets Her (Breathe) Part I. Wherein The Lion … Continue Reading Stage Directions
Inspiration
by DS Maolalai perhaps it would have been better if the time I spent living with you had been spent living with you, rather than lying awake while you snored and … Continue Reading Inspiration
Lodgings
by Ayiah Mensah Choosing an image from the woods near the main street, I paste a shadow behind me before it goes away with the sun, I allude this … Continue Reading Lodgings
in his image
by dale rappaneau in honor of a life well lived, the angels hired him to be the patron saint of sexual misconduct, entrusting him with a little desk near … Continue Reading in his image
My Starving // My Sister
Michaela Zelie
“I tried to find out once and it burned holes into me bigger than the ones I was attempting to starve.”
Insomnia
Kristin LaFollette
“I jump from a concrete
pillar, the camera sitting
heavy against your watery
chest, the lens cap still on;”
With Rapunzel
Hannah Calkin
“From my perch so Once I climbed the vines
They caught my hair And ripped a strand”
in the glow of other gods
John Sweet
“as the doors of the church are
barricaded
as the fires are set”
Twin Bed
Diana Rosen
“I watch it curve
like a round-shoulder mourner
at the Wailing Wall,”
Reading and Writing
Anne Whitehouse
“Then his eyes flew back again
and he plunged into his reading,
tossing over page after page.”
Kissing Spring
Kissing Spring By Thandiwe Andrade-Foster When Spring came and kissed me at my window, She called me come and play, She sang, come watch my golden fingers, My gilded curls, … Continue Reading Kissing Spring
Radical Kinship
by Amy Baskin —dedicated to the staff of Homeboy Industries and Fr. Greg Boyle Tell me again all about my roots. Swab my cheeks. Can you see my … Continue Reading Radical Kinship
Adoration
by Gale Acuff When Miss Hooker calls on me to tell her and my classmates here in Sunday School just who killed the giant Goliath with his sling I answer Jesus and everyone laughs. No, … Continue Reading Adoration