by Ella Flores
Even now, everything is ending.
No one knows this, but I am
fairly young, still new to, of, for
this world. Even after
all this time, I have no words
for my diving and rising, newing and unnewing, Continue reading
by Ella Flores
Even now, everything is ending.
No one knows this, but I am
fairly young, still new to, of, for
this world. Even after
all this time, I have no words
for my diving and rising, newing and unnewing, Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Arielle Kaimana Taramasco
as bees are soothed by smoke
I was calmed by yours
you came into my home
my buzzing turmoil
diminished with a whiff
of your cigarette Continue reading
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by Robert L. Penick
Jesse got his first suit coat on the morning of his uncle’s execution. It was raining outside and the roofing nails protruding down from the ceiling were black with moisture. Pulling himself up from his cot, he worked his chores: raiding the hen house to prod the hens from their prizes, then emptying the slop jars as the rest of the family had breakfast.
Filed under Fiction
by Terek Hopkins
She was in the fourth grade when she had her first panic attack. There was a storm outside, thunder clapping at the windows, lightning dancing panic above the earth. She thought, This is what it must be like to die.
The attack started in her mind, but quickly made its way down her throat and into her chest. It grabbed a hold of her lungs and it squeezed until her breath was something that she could only catch through a singular, concentrated effort.
by Hannah Allen
As a child, I thought I was God.
So when dark and humid air lay into us
at a gas station in Havana, Arkansas
near the base of Mount Magazine
as my father stood outside
to pump fuel, raised his fists, and sang
angry hymns to God, I thought he
was speaking to me. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry