for Dewey Dell my mama is a fish is a cycle is river to ocean to river to rebirth she taught me: be a …
A Summer’s Evening by Carol McGill
It‘s been a sweltering day, moving slowly into an exhausting, hot night. It’s been a day when the sun softens the world with heat and …
Lolita Addresses Her Author by Clementine von Radics
Maybe you wanted to make a monster. The story of a man destroyed by his own desires, a snake swallowing a mouse whole. Maybe you …
Lost by Nic Alea
The fields were golden, no actually golden, gold bars melted to form one sprawling field and Arthur Russell pushed mounds of clay into bales of …
Express Yourself and Just Be YOU!
To quote the late, great, and ever so stylish Coco Chanel, “A girl should be two things: who and what she wants!” A fashion icon …
Just Relax by Carol McGill
Just relax, they told me. You’ll enjoy it. You just have to let yourself go. So here I am. I can’t breathe. I give up …
Dancing by Carol McGill
The old man sat on the bench, watching the river. The sky was heavy with clouds, and rain was in the air, making his stiff …
Dina, the Delta 70-Seat Jet by Alice Osborn
How many times a day do I have to see your butt crack when you jam your bags in my overhead bins? Why so much …
No Title by Chelsea Coreen
When my itch for you surfaced like a drowned rat in a swimming pool, I took the plea bargain. Spent the whole summer upstate. Fly-fishing …