by Jessie Raymundo
This morning is shaded
with salt water. From the garden, Continue reading
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This Morning
Filed under Poetry
In Accordance With
by Mandira Pattnaik
When you feel neglected, you should devour your husband instead of starving yourself, instead of wondering what ruins you haunt: says mother when I tell her about a slap, a chipped tooth, about brothers-in-law ogling, about mysterious cold beef and fermented rice beer in the husband’s bag, Continue reading
Marty and the Avatar Mal Nińo
by Ujjvala Bagal Rahn
In his den, Marty forgets to put things away.
Wrappings and boxes fall unnoticed to the floor,
Amazon purchases rest on his desk,
as he turns to the computer screen.
Mal Nińo never has to put anything away
because his hands are always empty, Continue reading
On the Shore of the Apocalypse
by Megan O’Laughlin
One of these days, I will find a dead body on this beach. It’s written in the stars, or at least in so many true crime stories: woman walking dog finds dead body on neighborhood beach.
Every morning I walk the new puppy to our small neighborhood shore where he sniffs seaweed while I hunt for sea-glass. I walk because I’m tired and my depletion comes from something that has a lot of terms: secondary trauma, compassion fatigue, vicarious trauma, all terms for various forms of caregiver exhaustion, definitions for intense weariness. I used to believe such symptoms indicate how I’ve given too much, but perhaps it means that the needs outweigh any possible gifts. Continue reading
Filed under Nonfiction
Manner
by Caroliena Cabada
At dinner, the napkin ring
cinches the cloth into a fan. Continue reading
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