He was her first in a list of firsts: first kiss, even though that should have been in high school; first hook up although that should have been in college. He was a second or third love though, but the first to ever leave her imagination and take root in reality
Read MorePrimum Non Nocere: First, Do No Harm by Michael Bishop
Consider for a moment the end of your life.
Read MoreAnatomy of a Flower by John Moessner
A flower / is able to reproduce with itself, or wait for a bug to float / on the tongue of the wind and visit the bell of its face.
Read MoreProdigal Daughter by Clara Trippe
Generations of us did not migrate to bluer places to remain dry on the shore.
Read MoreWhat Will Become of Me by Samantha Tetangco
The human body weighs / less in the moments / after death. / Or so says the scientist / seeking proof of the soul.
Read MoreTwo poems by Kristin Emanuel
A woman across the street watched her canaries / phase through their cage like melted candlewax.
Read MoreBlack Widow Spider by Sherry Shahan
I stood in the bathroom where they were strongest, inhaling sprays, sticks, and creams, wondering if my parents even liked each other.
Read More1996 by Marian Kilcoyne
En route from New York to Albany / a majestic stag pranced along the wire / fence.
Read MorePanic Attack by Beth Kephart
There is security camera proof of where and how my father fell. The evidence shows that there was no daughter beside him.
Read MoreReconsider the Lobster by Kathryn Gougelet
The black eyes of one of the biggest ones swiveled, probing the air for information about this sterile fluorescent place. Its eyes swiveled in our direction. Fisherman and writers: we were a human blur.
Read MoreTwo Poems by Mark Irwin
We were Americans, black, white. We were Asians, Slovak,
Italian, and Poles, all of mixed descent, all at this school
of advanced learning, learning different and new ways to kill,
asking always the same question. How far is the enemy?
Dear Daughters, Dear Linda: Essays from 'Terrible Crystals' by Victoria Chang
Saying things others want to hear is easy for an immigrant’s child because language is theatrical.
Read MoreIs it Me?, or Withering Sadness, Self-pity, Loneliness, Abandonment, Spiritual Desperation, the Loss of Romance, of Love and of Childhood as well as the more obvious Rage and Frustration by Joe Bonomo
The story of one’s adolescence, choked with romantic notions, wordless dreams far more exciting than tedious daily life, is difficult to tell with a clear beginning-middle-end. And I think Townshend knew that.
Read MoreOnly Obligation by Kathryn Waring
Obligation, defined as: “an act to which a person is morally or legally bound.” Or, as a verb: “to make someone indebted by conferring a kindness.”
Read MoreNeural Pathways to Love by Jody Keisner
Time plus love equals ordinary disappointments, which as it turns out, has been enough to harm the good feelings and brain reactions Jon and I used to have for one another.
Read MoreLeatherface by Carol Claassen
“In the past two years she’s known him, he’s told her almost everything about the movie. No surprises. She knows how it ends.”
Read MoreA Normal Interview with Maceo Montoya
I saw an opportunity to approach this very serious history from a different angle.
Read MoreHome by David L. Ulin
“Still, what else does New York provoke but memory — for me, anyway, who hasn’t lived here for more years than my children have been alive?”
Read MoreTwo Poems by Alan Chazaro
Today I learned how to jungle walk while chucking clouds
from cliff sides & ruins aren't really ruined
Sun Orange, a Poem by Lauren Hilger
In California, we sat around a fire and I broke the code.
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