Before, we knew where he was. This time, birth mom also had no idea; he’d run away from us all.
Read MoreBeauty by Steven Kleinman
A little spittle of pink
fell from the bag of organs
High Mom by Danielle Privitera
When my son is old enough, he won’t care, because it saved our family.
Read MoreCannibal by Jennifer Sinor
I am eating myself, slowly, from the outside in. Salted skin and blood.
Read MoreWhat to Look for by Cassandra Rockwood-Rice
You’d pull a jackknife from your / shirt pocket and shave the bark, shallow then deep
Read MoreShock, Honey by Megan Goss
Mother tries to talk, to reassure her eighteen-month-old daughter, but she can’t get her voice loud enough. Baby’s wails keep cutting out.
Read MoreContrition is possibly for fools by Mercedes Lawry
Nothing is better / than sleep, where you’re anchored. / Otherwise, you tell yourself little / spoonfuls of facts about this life.
Read MoreSiento By Sarah Capdeville
I forgot, when it came down to it, that I existed.
Read More1989 by Lee Ware
My mother always says: I wish you would have known your father before the accident.
Read MoreEclogue Domestica by Samuel Piccone
I don’t tell you how much it hurts when you finally open / your blouse and speak of tiny bones—
Read MoreThree Poems by Rick Bursky
We take turns dying. / Goddamn it, I think to myself, goddamn it.
Read MoreJust Waiting on a Dude by Michael McAllister
He pats the bed and you slide in. You follow his lead—you always will.
Read MoreJAC by Joseph Rakowski
There isn’t a code to yell when a 12-year-old tries to commit suicide in his cell. You just yell help.
Read MoreTwo Poems by Emma Murray
People who talk shit about trailer parks / have never listened to the Titanic sound- / track in a double wide—
Read MoreA Man To Occupy My Mind by Elizabeth Morgan
I call them my grown-up friends because these women have translated all of that A-Honor-Roll energy into successful careers as lawyers, engineers, and doctors, while I recently ate more slices of deep dish pizza than my brother and dad combined.
Read MoreJosh & Rach 4ever by Rachel Ratner
Perhaps their bodies sensed the heartache ahead, the disappointment that waited—that they couldn’t hold onto this version of reality. So they let go of it. All over the theater floor.
Read MoreSara Conjures The Devil by Leyna Krow
Sara wished her brother dead. She wished old Pastor Brookes dead as well.
Read MoreThe Height of My Apex by Alex Sagona
Someone shit in the men’s sauna again, and now the entirety of Apex Fitness smells like the aftermath of a ruptured septic tank.
Read MoreSings Herself The Rubble by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
my heart a greeting / leaves me a stranger
Read MoreConstellation of Memory: An Interview with C.G. Hanzlicek by Christopher Buckley
No emotion recollected in tranquility; it was all heat of the moment.
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