There is a humming time. Morning slips through the slats of the blinds, stretches sleep from grey heat across his face. Breathing in, breathing out …
Road Trip with Gordon by Lori Werner
Somewhere in Indiana a mother pulls her children out of the creek, wringing them like dirty dishrags. A man cracks open his last beer on …
For You by Caroline Rothstein
. I want to melt purple violets and yellow roses into the arch of your back and run daisies over the course of your childhood, …
Rebel Poem by Arielle Trager
My dad tells me that writing short stories is like walking into a room full of furniture, weaving between the tables and chairs and leaving …
On My Grandmother’s Front Porch by Julia Nunnally Duncan
On my grandmother’s front porch where we gathered on Sunday afternoons, Paul seemed to be the most relaxed of uncles, pipe stem poised in his …
Those Who Walked Out On Me by Indya Shaw
i. I have never bothered to learn the year you were born. For no matter how old you get, you’ll always be a mere …
You Are Not Alone by Charlotte Eriksson
I don’t really want to be doing this, and if I could stop writing this very second I would. It started like this: I was …
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Walking along the bluff, Through swaying trees, Catching glimpses of a fiery orb Rising from the lake. Walking into a spider’s web And a swarm …
Ferdinand and Miranda Playing at Chess by Joseph Mills
After he again professes his love and swears he will always protect her, she tells …