Showing results for May, 2022
I Don't Know Anything About Grinding Wheat
Windy Lynn Harris
Grandma is diligent, committed, but not once does she share any church secrets with me.
On Penguins in Brooklyn
Ashley D. Escobar
On Penguins in Brooklyn
the protagonist feels like
she’s never leaving,
stuck on a moving walkway
in the middle of cincinnati
international airport
in kentucky,
headphones dangling,
she
Masturbation is a type of isometric exercise
Lacey Verhalen
Two months in, we began to confide our secrets to each other. Her early brush with benzos. My peer-pressure-prone passivity.
Equivalence
Suphil Lee Park
Equivalence
How heartbreaking to find irises tilting
to full bloom in one direction
as if waiting for someone to come
down their path are one symptom
of light’s partiality. A heart
Bordertown Escorts
Stacia Campbell
To our right, I feel the cool breath of a gaping canyon. It beckons, invisible behind the wall of fog, its voice the skid of tires on gravel.
Who Made Who?
Sheldon Birnie
A tiny Angus resides in the right speaker of our sound system, a miniature Malcolm in the left.
McDonald's Coffee
Al Jacobs
Once the coffee cooled I took a sip and said, Not bad for McDonald's coffee.
And he said, It really is a good cup of coffee. Wherever you go, you can always depend on McDonald's for a good cup of coffee.
And I thought, McDonald's coffee is trash.
Party Poems
Miss Unity
The other thing Belle did
Was burn three holes in my thigh
With her cigarette
Revenge for the chaos I’d caused
Drunk Love (Interlude)
Joanna Acevedo
I get too drunk on a Tuesday night and tell him I want to marry him. We’ve known each other for six years.
Beige + Blue
Liesel Hamilton
I’ve become a puddle on the floor everyone dances around, stares at, hoping to see something.
Stir It Up: James Tate Hill talks about reliving the past, goat cheese, and his new memoir Blind Man's Bluff
Hannah Grieco
And if memoirs allow us to relive the past, novels give us a chance to change it.
I Want To Thank You
Emily Yin
I WANT TO THANK YOU
for unbottling my aged Mandarin with each 晚安 / for cooking me these sardines / strewn on a
beach of rice, their eyes still intact / I want to thank you / for carrying that
We Were Once Combustible
Christine H. Chen
You roamed in like a chuckling bear into my house of beakers, graduated cylinders, round bottom flasks, you asked to borrow an Erlenmeyer, here you go, I said, thought you were just a clumsy animal, afraid you'd break something of mine, pushed you out of the lab and you came back bearing M&M's in a petri dish, half of them a mess of Blue No. 2
Boy of Crows
Mila Rae Mancuso
I pledged to him two things: one, that I would hex the ones that hurt him, and two, that I would write him poetry.
from the archives: "When They Let Them Bleed" from Hobart 13
Tod Goldberg
When They Let Them Bleed: Ten Years After
It took me a long time to write “When They Let Them Bleed” – both in the practical sense, in that I recall writing it in very short bursts because it was
Remembrance
Emma Foley
They whispered wow wow wow wow in wind that might've just toppled them over; they whooped; they swapped interlocked arms for tightly-squeezed hands and back again.
Gender Roles in Narrative: Shannon McLeod and Elizabeth Ellen talk Ottessa Moshfegh, Mary Gaitskill & Shannon’s novella, Whimsy
Elizabeth Ellen
Whimsy is not as prominently scarred as she imagines herself to be, but this obsession with her face leads her to sabotage her relationships because her insecurity is so destructive.
Good Look Beauty Parlour
Shivani Kshirsagar
The tapering light in that dingy parlour. The cracking leather on the chair. My splintered face in the mirror.
Everything
Jon Lemay
I do not know why I am unbuttoning my shirt in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. How quickly memories shelve into one another, like shale reassembling itself. On the other side of the street, two
Intergalactic travel departing from berlin
Berglind Thrastardottir
i felt you were floating now with them, in a bubble in space, the bubble has a name, ecstasy, keta, speed, coke, that’s the name of the bubble.