Showing results for August, 2019
Blotches and Blurs
Kevin Tasker
When I was thirty I found my birth mom. I’d written her letters but never sent them.
Dinosaur Justice
Aurora Nibley
This is a frontier town. Means it’s small.
Now, if the frontier was moving forward, like they do sometimes, our town might get bigger, but that ain’t happened for nigh on eighty years and I don’t
Sometimes He Calms the Storm
Jessica Forcier
I had no brothers or sisters, so I received a single white envelope. I took my time opening it. I watched as those around me opened theirs. One of my friends started crying. Breathing deeply, I read mine.
A Meeting Of The Society Of Adult Men Who Have Lost Their Fathers
Robert John Miller
They gather in the basement to weep together like the boys they are.
Put a Fork in It
Mureall Hebert
We ate dinner with our heads down masticated silence Mom slathered hot sauce on everything including Dad’s words and the ones he didn’t say lips spraying consonants vowels dribbling down his chin i
King Princess, "Make My Bed"
Kaitlyn Herndon
I’ve started to clench my teeth before falling asleep.
Uncommon Prayer
Julia Dixon Evans
He was super into God. He was super into church. And he was super into me
But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end
Jeremiah Moriarty
after Britney Spears
The camera pans—is this still
Mars? Oops. Gloss-
lip. Oops. Long-lashed eyes
gazing between the scraps.
Guttural purr. Oops I.
Did. It. Again. White girl
Arrangements
Merridawn Duckler
There was a Help Wanted sign at the florists. I had a car, so I walked in and applied. This was a time in my life when I’d decided anyone could do anything. In other words, I was an artist.
Blood on the Tracks
Mark Koepke
When I was young, I never kept a journal. Instead, my understanding of the world—and myself within in it—got wound up in 500-plus battered tapes that have followed me through life.
Empathy in the Usual Way: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Amanda Goldblatt
Elizabeth Ellen
"Honestly, I don't care if language overtakes story."
The Bottom of the Order: Your 2003 Detroit Tigers
Andrew Forbes
The thing I can't wrap my head around, when it comes to the 2003 Detroit Tigers, is what it must have been like to show up to work every day. What must it have taken, as the losses mounted – up to and
three poems
Justin Lacour
Dear Naomi,
Please find enclosed some clippings from the local fishwrapper. I’ve underlined the juicy parts in blue pencil. It’s complete kleptocracy down here. You were right to leave. I can’t
Willis Alan Ramsey
Avery Gregurich
Most nights I would take communion with Willis Alan Ramsey, a one trick pony like me, but I hadn’t even run yet.
My First Weapon
Laura Todd Carns
My first boyfriend collected knives. He was the kind of boy who listened to Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne, who liked to draw superheroes and werewolves, and was drawn to darkness and violence with the
Three poems
Claire Denson
Amoral Impurity
Picking at ingrown
pubes on the porch swing
in the sun on the first
summery day of May
and the dogs reach up to lick
my cooch. This is not
the first time today I’ve