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
by Dorisa Costello
There is no one
to greet the morning
with me, but a mourning dove
who’s lost her mate. Continue reading
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by Molly Anne Blumhoefer
I thought about not going, but I knew I had to show my face, to pretend. It was workplace politics. I sat with more than sixty people in concentric rings around a large conference table for a holiday celebration. We ate potluck foods from plastic plates on our laps: deviled eggs, green chile stew, potatoes, vegetables, salads, beans, tamales, cookies and pies. Continue reading
Filed under Nonfiction
by L. Acadia
the one road
rings the island
I think the people don’t want us here
glare when we pass,
double on electric scooters
they’d never wear helmets like we
(do) like colanders
in terms of porosity and peril Continue reading
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by Therese Halscheid
Old and awfully narrow —
it never seems like it will hold those who cross.
This is always the case. Cars almost graze each other,
everyone folds in their sideview mirrors, everyone moves slow
must endure the rattle of the steel grid, its open grated floor. Continue reading
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