by Jacalyn Shelley
After the wind’s fingertips
find their way through our walls,
after the furnace’s cold exhale
wakes us from our nestled warmth, Continue reading
by Jacalyn Shelley
After the wind’s fingertips
find their way through our walls,
after the furnace’s cold exhale
wakes us from our nestled warmth, Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by John Brantingham
Clare sees the branch lying on the road that looks like it could pop someone’s tire or crack and break a windshield or something. It’s on the bridge over the mostly frozen Chadokoin River. The bridge has iced over enough that Clare doesn’t trust her feet walking home. She’s holding onto the retaining wall to make sure she doesn’t slip. Her mother would yell at her if she came home with black slush on her pants. Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
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
Filed under Poetry
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
Filed under Poetry
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