Lauren Markham – Just a Cupful
Lauren Markham Just a Cupful In a rare moment of quiet, Carmita settles into Dr. Malcom's recliner. She should be sweeping up the crumbs from lunch and emptying the dishwasher, [...]
Lauren Markham Just a Cupful In a rare moment of quiet, Carmita settles into Dr. Malcom's recliner. She should be sweeping up the crumbs from lunch and emptying the dishwasher, [...]
Laurie Blauner The Flight of Significant Objects I want a companion with blue surfaces for hiding. A landing place. I let go of an unnerving ascension, scenes where nothing bad [...]
Joseph Fasano The Dead Here they are. They sit in their old rooms, clutching the soft riding gloves of October. The wind lies open beside them like the pages of [...]
William C. Olsen Green Flash (September 15, 2010) As the sun sets it dims to a stage-light brightness you can gawk at, but the crinkled light on crinkled lake is [...]
William C. Olsen The Afterlife of Deer Anything but unsurprising is a habit deer have What they are to me until they happen in snow/leaf/wind sun/rain/moon is nothing if not [...]
Johnathan Barrett The Alabaster Jar (a fallen sonnet) This jar is your blistered feet on fire. This jar is my hair falling on flames, a chorus of gasps, my sleeves [...]
Lisa Lewis Taxonomy of the Missing You couldn’t help feeling sorry for them. They swaggered when they walked And wept when they sat down. The bones shone through their skin [...]
Jen Edwards Circus I remember where I came from: my parents blind from the dust, bowl shaped scars carved in their skin. The earth sieved through the roof when [...]
Gary Whitby Adding up the Days First there was a bird that spoke inside a tree inside my hand. The tree then grew beside my house, the one we lived [...]
Elizabeth Arnold Arc I was out of time before I started,the meyer lemon blooming while full of fruit, our breezeway lettinga breeze through, its floor smooth, that kind that stays [...]
Marjorie Stelmach Survival in the Northern Woods In ancient Rome it was considered a sin to eat the [...]
Estaban Rodríguez Cactus Mid-August. The last of July's clouds curdle through the sky like expired milk, stain the dry Bermuda grass with shifting Rorschach shadows, and a sense the afternoon [...]