Connective Tissue | Amelia Clare Wright
It’s New Year’s Eve, and I’m lying on the couch with my head on my boyfriend’s heart and my left hand fingering his lower lip. It’s firm...
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- 3 days ago
- 1 min
Supermarket Baby | Juliet Simon
The biggest betrayal I ever met I handled like an infant at the supermarket wailing down aisles, bawling tears of denial tearing down...
- 6 days ago
- 4 min
Your Place | Rylee Larson
Summer is once again hot, heavy and humid. Sweat already prickles on my brow the moment I open my car door. It sweeps over me and around...
- Sep 9
- 1 min
child | Katie Rotella
the windows of the train are cloudy: scratches and water stains blur the surface—it’s just like watching an old television, except there...
- Aug 15
- 1 min
In Line at Eden, 1989 | Adriana Stimola | 1st Place Poetry Contest Winner
I remember buying basil with my mother. At the counter I swam in time too small for weekday nets to catch— where it’s wrists wearing...
- Aug 15
- 1 min
As If Deep Rest Were a Lottery Ticket | Ellen Skilton | 2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner
When she taught me to swim, she said, only breathe if you absolutely have to — as if oxygen was not needed to live. I often feel like a...
- Aug 15
- 1 min
My Sister’s Life Sinks on the Day of the Titanic’s Anniversary | Cynthia Pratt | 3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner
The hue of her wooden frame turned cerulean after her husband left. Blue now covers the heart’s jagged rock limbs. She becomes a skiff...
- Aug 4
- 1 min
My Girlfriend and I Come From a Small Town | Bellamy Rump
A sigh creates St. Helens’ ash swallowing weeks old milk and grandpa’s leather recliner into the heart of a midwest false-spring...
- Aug 1
- 1 min
Cleolynne | Lee Varon
You were God’s messenger—ethereal creation, the first lesbian I knew besides Shelly Guy, who had a butterfly tattooed on her wrist at a...
- Jul 29
- 3 min
Signs of Leaving, Spider Cracks | Madeline Muschalik
On days when I get sick of applications and working dead-end jobs I run to the lake. On my way along the hills that chart my course...
- Jul 26
- 1 min
Bedside | Miree Antar
A common nook— A girl and her bed and her pillows, Where shrines collect at the bottom of the bed, Piled-up books—hundreds of them. But...
- Jul 23
- 4 min
Fruitless | Judith Sara Gelt
Four days ago, I bought melons—one, a cantaloupe. A normal melon. Thick skin hard, dappled beige and grey. Once I spied a woman in...
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