Broken bird on a chain. Unfree Unclean Stretching Reaching Straining veins he can’t keep you Don’t let him beat you You can be free broken …
The Ghost of Black Creek by Michelle Taylor
My second-born sister is a mystery to me, but kind of like in that pig Latin way. When she says something I don’t understand, I …
My Soles by Elizabeth Suzanne
My soles have walked the earth a hundred times over, and over time have walked. Miles of moonlight, Scores of sunshine, Running after rain, Wading …
Snow Day by Joy Beshears
At eight years old we know weather advisory gray, know what is coming. We all have our discs at home, the wax to make them fast. …
Emma Fox Doesn’t Walk, She Floats by Megan Falley
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 …
Fairytale for Girls who Seek to Meet the Horizon by Sandy Longhorn
Once there was a girl born quiet on these rolling hills, her throat dry, her lips and tongue gone tangled. She listened well enough …
How I Got Red Hair as a Child by Malaika King Albrecht
The first ghost I met said he could extinguish me like a candle flame. A single gust, and I’d be gone. I …
Losing It by Joy Beshears
We were wild and determined that night, me sixteen, firm and flowering, needing to be loved. He was just some guy from school, looking older …