by Matt Bialer | Feb 20, 2020
For Izzy Bialer Lapidus I join a bereavement group But I last for one session Marriages over fifty years Died suddenly Brain aneurism Long battle with cancer I am the only one Who isn’t crying The only one I don’t know these people What am I doing here?...
by Chard deNiord | Feb 18, 2020
28 There, on the backs of the leaves in a breeze beneath the sky lay the answer I had been searching for without knowing it until I saw it as a color instead of a word: silver, silver, silver. 29 You touched my chest with your fingertips as I lay next to...
by Joshua Scott-Fishburn | Feb 12, 2020
The lights off in the house, children dream warm and smell of sweat. I lie awake, your parallel—motionless, listening to the dark. Outside, crowded maple trees soften themselves and glisten. Weeping, they unroll their leaves. Your breathing descants, I...
by Sarah Browning | Nov 20, 2019
We danced as if the booze had made the hips of me the all of me and no one had ever told me no. We danced, the cheesy DJ crying out to the conference press of bodies, and we – we danced like a moan, ceiling tiles eavesdropping on our harsh whispers,...
by Erin Adair-Hodges | Nov 11, 2019
I am a child in the lunchroom which is the sometimes gym singing my known truths: I love milk to which Tanya says If you love it so much why don’t you marry it? And that’s a fair point, Tanya. Why don’t I marry this milk, why don’t I plan an elaborate...
by Rebecca Kaiser Gibson | Nov 7, 2019
In Red – Harmony in Red, 1908 Henri Matisse Enough red to end all desire for sex—reflected in her stern countenance. Her stance mocks any sense of calm. Neck, collar-entrapped, right hand...
