By: Sophia Kelly I’d apologize in advance, but Game of Thrones is not my religion. Sundays have always been a little rough for me ever since my parents picked that day (and only that day) to argue about something I…
By: Cynthia Pitman I. The hand-stitched hem of my home-made dress is a little uneven. The seam of the right sleeve puckers. The back zipper buckles and the pattern in the cloth doesn’t match up. The bodice is too big,…
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,…