by Alessandra Simmons
For Don Belton
Sometimes I am mistaken
& I believe the streetlamp
is sunrise. Orange glow breaking
palm fronds. The Midnight Continue reading
by Alessandra Simmons
For Don Belton
Sometimes I am mistaken
& I believe the streetlamp
is sunrise. Orange glow breaking
palm fronds. The Midnight Continue reading
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by Katie Darby Mullins
Because you are a stepmother, maybe your laugh is a little louder than the other moms. That’s fine. You laugh even louder when you realize it. Look at how much fun this is, you’re saying. I love being a mom.
But you know you’re not a mom, don’t you? It doesn’t matter how drunk, how high, how fucked up your child’s mother is, you’ll never be her mother. Continue reading
by Kaitlin Dyer
Why is it, where my house
should be, there’s Jerusalem
instead? Where I had IKEA
plates and purple wine glasses,
there is Jerusalem. Continue reading
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by Kaitlin Dyer
God, forgive us. We build a fence
in the yard.
We hold our dogs to our own
and scold them when they try to greet. Continue reading
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by Tim Parrish
(an excerpt from the novel The Jumper, Winner of the 2012 George Garret Prize for Fiction)
J.T. barely noticed it among the stack. He tossed the mail onto his kitchen table, then sat and skimmed the rental ads for the tenth time. He had two-hundred fourteen dollars and no car. Even the smallest garage apartment in this neighborhood started at one-fifty a month and that didn’t include deposit or utilities. Plus, he’d been in this spot for two years and it was beyond sweet for the price. His only hope to pay off Mr. Charley and stay here not too far from the college was a blackjack game tonight, actually a pretty good hope since blackjack was his game. Continue reading
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