By: Alan Berger Thru the week dad worked at the grocery storeAs a beggarOn the weekends out of life he wanted moreSo he became Mick Jagger The eyeliner and lipstick Fucked up our sink The sweat from his wig Left…
By: Michal Reiben The first time I hear about Carl ‘abducting’ his baby girl from his wife, I am shocked and voice my opinion, ‘You did a cruel and terrible thing,’ I say. In his defense, he says, ‘When I…
By: Ana M. Fores Tamayo Las azucenas No tengo lengua para hablar el ronroneo que cae de las cabezas en roturas blancas, quebradas, negreadas con el reflejo entreabierto del espejo, lánguido en su eterna soledad. Arbitraria yo me quedo, llena…
By Mary E. Myers Jen’s chaotic home was deep in the Rhode Island woodlands and near meadows belonging to electrical steel giants-their grey metal legs heaving high over our bent bodies as we manically collected blackberries before the sparrows raided…
By: Tom Squitieri Big Girls Beat Drums Part the raincoat and give me your trust, as the thump of snowflakes say goodbye to the rain Our pattern follows the beat in our universe, where eyes are clear and there is…
By: Mary Bone The summer was long and hot. It seems like you could see steam coming up from the pavement. None of the neighborhood children wore shoes unless they were flip flops. We could step on a goat head…
By Ben Pyle Satan is a staggeringly good kisser. Not too much tongue. A light nibble on the lower lip. Way better than my ex-husband. My dead husband. Satan and I have been seeing each other for a little over…
By: Marvin Cohen Plunged into Death, You’re in a Fix. You and the World Are No Longer a Mix. Your Adherence Is Guaranteed: Death Sticks. You’re Precisely One of Many It Picks. If death is my worst enemy, fight it,…
By: Anupama Mishra I was walking through the holy river Ganges the mesmerizing atmosphere and peace was attracting the empty heart and flooded mind, I sat on the broad stairs of the ghat Which was a little filthy but unlike…
By: Sharon Frame Gay “Normally, I don’t trust many people,” Liz said. “But I can tell you’re different.” She rested her head against the truck window and sighed. “Thank God you came along. I’d still be sitting on the side…