Birds hang Emma Fox’s laundry. She is the State Flower of Long Island. Emma Fox sits next to me in chorus class and I hope …
Questions by Joseph Mills
On the Interstate, my daughter tells me she only has two questions. I’m relieved because she usually has two hundred. I say, Okay, let’s have …
Autobiography as Muscle Memory by Sandy Longhorn
Traveling to the house of born and raised, I dredge a map from muscle memory. If I said the bones called me home, I’d …
Day 51 2014
If If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie, Life would be delight,– But …
Ovum Dream by Melanie Faith
A “(for don’t we all crave beauty and contamination)” ~ Priscilla Sneff For CB: friend, fellow writer, dream interpreter extraordinaire A A I fissured the …
Homecoming by Jessie Carty
We shared books that summer and conversation. What would it have been like to repair and then sail a boat? We discussed the underlying …
Remembering Hector by Kathryn J. Cody
They’ll tell you that Kentucky bluegrass isn’t really blue. But perhaps they’ve never seen it at that curious moment when the ground wakes up and …
Around the Block by Joy Beshears
I don’t know how many times I’ve circled your block looking for clues: lights on, cars in the parking lot, the dark form crossing the …
All Things Fresh and Beautiful by Murray Dunlap
When the sun streamed through hair ~ for Molly And dew sat pensive I thought, and thought Of how I could possibly go. How could …