unclenching a fist
By Hannah Holbert — I opened my hands, finally and found that they are still soft like the morning. I accepted the gift of renewed warmth in
May 9, 2024
Alien in My Backyard
By Johanna Haas — It was not long ago when lawns were covered with clover instead of grass. It’s not that long ago when towns were covered.
May 5, 2024
A thousand small happinesses a day
By Loretta Iwaniw-Horne — We're talking about nothing in particular. I tell him that I stuffed up my knee. It needs surgery, but I don't
May 2, 2024
You All Are Phenomenal
By Oyah Beverly A Scott — I watched in horror as I felt the futility of his movements in my body. I tried to wash the pitcher and forget but
Apr 28, 2024
Fast walking with a friend through the parking lot of Kfar Nachman Cemetery in Raanana, Israel
By Jennifer Lang — Groves of citrus trees face the already-full-for-an-early-weekday-morning car park. Sorrow has no schedule. Last week,
Apr 25, 2024
Under the moon
By Principe Guity Jr — Kissing under the ascending moon as it climbs from behind is the lover's dream. It streams in my mind, as if I had a
Apr 22, 2024
The Man in the Blue Cadillac
By Wayne Russell — It was just a short walk, about half a mile, but I was only five and the distance seemed much further. Out of nowhere
Apr 19, 2024
Breaking The Hard Way
By Christina M. Rau — When the hammer misses the nail it hits the wood and all bodies become golddust drifting. The automatic garage door
Apr 15, 2024
THE COMPOSER
By Anne Whitehouse — Music plays in my head, and I listen. Sounds and rhythms, echoes and vibrations. This is how I move through space, how
Apr 12, 2024
No one noticed the kids
By Galen Cunningham — No one noticed the kids because they had work, church, social spheres, interloping thoughts, pressing concerns,
Apr 9, 2024
Underscore Cool
By Benjamin Nardolilli — I went in search of prospects, found leaves, golden and ruby red, then ended up in a wild containment where I
Apr 5, 2024
Perfectly In Place
Ethan Ovbiagele — An American Bloomer, and a Generation Zoomer. Of Africa, but not from Africa, from America, but not of America.
Apr 2, 2024
Pen to Paper
By Cea Jae — I think people just see me as a strong person, and it must be abnormal for me to have feelings. Or that I'm so nonchalant that
Mar 25, 2024
let me be
By Kumar Ghimire — Allow me to embrace the innocence of childhood, tasting each fleeting moment, even in the silence of nothingness. Let me
Mar 21, 2024
A Hoarder’s Cries for Help — in Haiku
By Christopher Lancette — Mountains of junk mail. Free stuff jumps on top the pile. Jail cell walls close in. Metal dumpster clangs.
Mar 17, 2024
A Love Prayer By An Unbeliever
By Royal Rhodes — Help me see the stars, remembered fire, seraphic furnaces that showed our fault, when chance or fate, or even our desire,
Mar 14, 2024
War paint (A punk song)
By Petra F. Bagnardi — What I'm wearing is not a dress. It's an armor. It's not make-up you glimpse upon my features. It's war paint.
Mar 11, 2024
Second Skin
By M. Brady — As I was driving to my first audition to play bass guitar in an indie rock band, the iconic song by The Byrds, “So You Want to
Mar 7, 2024