by Matt Mason | Feb 17, 2022
On Kansas 156 All the radio has to sayis eighties rock and Kenny Rogers.You get behind a horse trailerand stay there because you can’t seearound it and, oh man,the radio seek stops on “Right Down The Line,”Gerry Rafferty making love sound uncrappy whether you’re...
by April Gibson | Feb 7, 2022
(at Silver Lake, St. Anthony, Minnesota) If I stare long enough anything can look like home A...
by Angie Blake-Moore | Feb 1, 2022
Blue Dress I’ve hung my light blue evening gown on the bedroom door so that at night, when I turn away from you to sleep, I still have something to look at— this dress hung with small moons of ice, tiny globes of light. It shines like a disco ball, awash with...
by Cynthia Parker-Ohene | Jan 29, 2022
blackis not the desired colorof women black is too loud it needs a touchof something to...
by Laura Neal | Jan 12, 2022
Baptized at ten given too soon a clean heart a shiny new spirit so much left of me to make filthy. When I turned teenager my mother tells me to wash it well not to walk around in the world humming. Tells me drink it girl, it tastes the same when it’s cold. I’ve...
by Skye Jackson | Dec 28, 2021
dear editors would you like meto tell youabout black painif you wanti can show youmy father’smy mother’smy baby brother’smy dead brother’stooand it’s certain nowas it has ever beenthe permanency of deaththe color of ittoothe mark it leaveslike asheson our...
