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Toxic Shock by Alex Creece

First Aid 1.01: do not remove an embedded object yourself. Even after the obligatory hospital visit, I was never fully cleansed of each person I had loved. Some were ticks; [...]

May 29, 2016

here is a list of things you left behind by Alison Leigh Znamierowski

January 4, 2016

10) purple clovers plucked & siphoned by hungry mouths on summer walks, discarded into roadside fields 9) a missing [...]
Sounds of Home by John Talbird

June 20, 2017

He’ll never go back. John’s twenty-four and independent and has no desire to speak to his parents ever again. There’s [...]
Charting Greatness by Laura Iodice

March 14, 2017

Like many baby boomers, I learned how to diagram sentences in grade school. As a kid who loved reading and writing, I [...]
Two Poems by Leisha Douglas

March 19, 2016

WAITING Dogwood buds like tiny fists defy gray skies and leafless trees. Amid the pallor of necessary fire, I wait curled [...]
ACQUA DI PARMA and other poems by Frank Rubino

October 23, 2017

Not that green afternoon, when walking by a taco truck near Montclair High School, I felt a bird drop a load on my forehead. [...]
Two Poems by Daniel Wallock

October 1, 2014

Barren Walking in, the hallow, whites of, the moonlight, my heart beats, silent hums. My eyes, shed frozen, tears, and my [...]
Fairy Tales and other poems by Jonathan Duckworth

May 21, 2017

Mediation. Shallow rill of air between our throats & the arrow that finds an artery. Our dreams boiled down, reduced to [...]
Two Poems by Chloe Clark

May 29, 2016

All the Tea that My Creepy Heart Desires Lapsang souchong, oolong, or maybe pu-erh, tasting of hay, of smoke, of the sun [...]
Take as Directed by Thomas Kearnes

August 1, 2015

Greg wants to quit the Effexor. He washes up for bed in the bathroom. I’m already under the covers, seated against the [...]
Witness by Leigh Fisher

January 19, 2017

There’s a small, quiet person Hanging in the doorway just a little too afraid to sleep Lingering at the top of the stairs [...]
the trial will resume tomorrow at 10 am by Cassandra de Alba

August 1, 2014

all the landmarks of my childhood become a toy town, a diorama of bad decisions. the places I grew with wrenched from me, [...]
New Place by Rebecca Guest

October 1, 2014

The promise of newly painted walls lining empty rooms, a kind of hubris that sings up your arms, popping goosepimples of [...]