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Sep 2, 20201 min read
Conference Meetings - Patricia Mulaney
her legs shook the eyes were fixed on his his gaze followed the tea dripping on her lap conference meetings in a foreign city no such...
Sep 1, 20201 min read
Mother - Madeline McGrain Githler
The ocean has no time for this You are lost? So am I. And yet you feel alone. You stand up And you inhale Still, salty kindness in the...
Sep 1, 20201 min read
Period Presence - Emily Miller
Goodbye was like later, loser, don’t let college kill you, and then college killed you. Or the alcohol did. Or the car ride, wasted—I...
Aug 31, 202012 min read
Late in the Season - Lisa Michelle Moore
The summer Terra got pregnant with Maisy was the hottest since they’d started keeping track. She’d fallen asleep as the heat of the day...
Aug 31, 20201 min read
Without a Name to Hide Behind - Samantha Madway
Your bare, my bones— we’ll never break even. You pronounce repressed like capital offense. You stomp and slam and seethe, take a...
Aug 30, 20201 min read
A Baking Recipe or Something - Henrriot Jean-Baptiste
Moments from the past are precious specimens. Yet, like mold they eventually fester and spoil swollen mounds of dough prepared to rise...
Aug 30, 20201 min read
Chutes And Ladders - James Penha
In the game I played an error— merely a slide—an amusement—in an evening’s topography. But you grew up elsewhere—in a country where...
Aug 29, 202013 min read
Acre Of Moon - Lou Storey
Parental guidance was redefined in our household. FAMILY was just me, my sister Lynn and our father Punch. Yes, Punch, like the puppet...
Aug 29, 20201 min read
dry eyed, but - Shantha Bunyan
today | even though i have not cried | i feel wrung out | like a dirty dishrag | used and tossed aside | and though i...
Aug 28, 20201 min read
A Firefighter’s Promise - Michelle Anne
A firefighter’s promise is something I think about almost every day When the man I love goes off on a call, most certainly into harm’s...
Aug 28, 20201 min read
Flock of Birds - Amanda Baker
When I see a hundred birds I wonder what they say It looks like they all trust The one up front to lead the way I put trust in little...
Aug 27, 20201 min read
Beach combing for Sea Glass After Chemotherapy - Carrie Hunter
White crested banners of Poseidon, Drape the nerves, Of peat moss sand, Lick the source, Of all stature, Our pebbled feet could afford,...
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