by Elianna Genevieve
here’s savannah bay, the apple-pink
mooring ball, the great bear spinning above us
eleven-hundred miles to the woman in the panhandle house
your steadfast wife and her arrow of a heart Continue reading
by Elianna Genevieve
here’s savannah bay, the apple-pink
mooring ball, the great bear spinning above us
eleven-hundred miles to the woman in the panhandle house
your steadfast wife and her arrow of a heart Continue reading
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by AJ Bergmann
“We got married in a fever.”
– Johnny Cash and June Carter, “Jackson”
No fantasy possesses the same
simple elegance as elsewhere.
I part my hair different ways
despite my plans to go nowhere,
see no one but myself Continue reading
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by Forrest Rapier
I worked night shifts I was up to my elbows in rye
Dough making shine rise the bread every morning
I worked in the dark it was August Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Sean Cho A.
the radio sang and well you know
the telephone rang. so much of this
living has to do with reaction &
its repetition. in fond du lac we
waited till may before bringing out
the bay leaf from our greenhouse Continue reading
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by Hallie Johnston
Early in his. Late in mine.
“How do you feel about kids?” he asks via text a week after meeting on a dating app, three days after meeting once in person where we both pretended the pizza was good. I asked him questions about his job, family/friends, growing up in Alabama, likes/dislikes, and he asked me my own questions and little else. Continue reading
Filed under Nonfiction