by W.T. Pfefferle
I am sorry for the sound of the whippoorwill.
I take back the things we said in Tucumcari.
I reset my watch to the top of each hour,
before the whippoorwill, Continue reading
by W.T. Pfefferle
I am sorry for the sound of the whippoorwill.
I take back the things we said in Tucumcari.
I reset my watch to the top of each hour,
before the whippoorwill, Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Noelle Marie Falcis
Recently, I made myself a bowl of eggs, rice, and spam. I had woken up craving it in a way that I had not longed for something in a long time. It was one of those mouth salivating, jaw aching type of wants that don’t disappear until you satiate it. I jumped from bed, stretching first one way and then the other, stepping lightly across my wooden floors. I’m on my own now; I haven’t lived at home since I was a teenager— that’s Continue reading
Filed under Nonfiction
by Charlotte Covey
you will never be
just a poem. you will
be rocks breaking
ribs, angelfish kissing Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Shannon L. Bowring
No one’s asking what I think about the tree.
“Tear it out,” says my father.
“If you had it your way,” my mother sighs, “the entire lawn would be a golf course.”
“If you try to tear it down,” my Sister the Activist proclaims, “I’ll live in it. You aren’t so heartless that you’d bulldoze a tree your own daughter was living in, would you?”
“Lawn guy’s coming Saturday. The tree goes.” Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
by Carol V. Davis
1.
What is the dream life of a cicada?
Imagine burrowing underground for 17 years,
such sulky juveniles, then within hours
merging with millions, the males boisterous,
females silent, clumsy fliers, colliding mid-air. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry