insecurity by sarah endsley A grey abandoned pipe. An open field. Climb inside, trace the cracks. Still, it is round, hollow, and when your fist hits its side, It echoes, leaving knuckles raw. Whispering, hold your breath. Swim, Bypass the bridge. See you on the other side.
breath by drew deGennaro Where I live the lights are left on And spread like a blanket over the darkened cage Where they chirp well past twelve and That melody is why we sleep, with such ease Â And in his chair, on top of the sturdy wooden floors One of Fatherâ€™s hands supports his […]
It Is Not That Makes Me A Woman By Beth Cortez-Neavel It is not the curve of my breast as it hangs low nipples pointing down with gravity beneath my blouse that makes me a woman. It is not the youth of my hips concealing the Soft inner white dimples of my thighs swaying […]
I BARELY TOUCHED HIM by nicole kuwik Saving bats with your bare hands just might get you rabies unless a boy with a piece of tagboard walks by to yell at you “DON’T TOUCH IT I’M GOING TO THROW IT OFF THE SIDE!!!!!” You stop him of course and there’s a baseball game on Wednesday, […]
M is for Metamorphosis by david macpherson Gregor Samsa woke from uneasy dreams one morning to find himself changed into a muppet. He was squat, purple and furry. He discovered he had a preternatural desired to count to the number 12 out loud and to expound upon the virtues of each of the letters of […]
At the County Fair (in New Jersey) by kimberly e. ruth He blew up my balloon and I held my breath. As it got bigger, so did my eyes, as though air were being blown into me instead of the balloon. I was filled with air. It was filling with air. The air was cool […]
sometimes, the sky in golden by travis cebula appropriate, a chill wind should be the one to draw first leaves from high cradles in this clipped and dappled enclave of meticulous comfort and knee-high fences whisper it’s the season of the hard moon hung two fingers above the skyline, wearily I watch the rock mesa […]
dying father by riley knox Life-breaths leak through tarred and cracked teeth as you tell us the same lie. A weak eye wanders left, caught by something gleaming, and my reaction is calculated. Your stare is feeble now. But when I was small your arms were firmaments holding the sky and your voice commanded the […]
Derrick by gene defcon When a cop does a fantastic job Nobody cares Least of all the mayor And his effeminate son, Derrick
early evening by jim benz After the first glass of bourbon, sitting in the shade, smelling charcoal turn to dust and chicken skin to gold, the grass and weeds donâ€™t look so tall.