bradley sides

Remembrance Day by Bradley Sides

I’m first in line for Remembrance Day. I’ve been here since midnight. The announcement never said what time the gates would open—just that it would be early. Although [...]

October 11, 2017

Miscreants and Family by Len Kuntz

March 19, 2016

Mom is still in bed at noon The cats traipse across the sink like tight rope walkers. My friends never come over anymore and [...]
Fucking a Enuch by Laurie Lessen Reiche

December 10, 2016

Entanglements. Facebook is Fascist. Don’t you love me? Don’t you get me? Poor marching drummer fallen in a ditch, legs [...]
Black Clot by Ashlie Allen

April 17, 2017

My hair did not like its saffron color, so it turned black and broke off. I tried to condition it with organic oils and [...]
The Prescription by Jenya Doudareva

March 1, 2017

It was about time to renew summer. Traditionally, a person or a group that had the necessary power would do it. It was [...]
Three poems by Eileen Hennessy

January 4, 2016

ABOUT MAKING MY HOME About making my home smaller and clearer: I am past caring for your expectations. I’m rediscovering [...]
You Will Drink by Eric Boyd

June 1, 2014

It is the end of the night. A man you hardly know, a new dishwasher at the restaurant you have been at for two years too [...]
Interview with Elizabeth Schmuhl

September 18, 2017

What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? During the week, when not at dance or school, I was out playing in the [...]
POKÉMON MOON and other poems by Graham W. Henderson

February 8, 2017

POKÉMON MOON the defiant day moon overpowered by the sun who lights it anyway the deferent day moon tries to touch its host [...]
Locked In, Locked Out by Claire Polders

January 4, 2016

Minnie pushes her shopping cart down the aisles and thinks about getting a car. Not to drive it, for she has nowhere to go, [...]
The Happy Light by Cari Scribner

March 19, 2016

As soon as I told my mother I wanted to leave my husband, she said I need to bump up my meds and get more sun. Seriously, [...]
church tit-mouse witch and other poems by Jacklyn Janeksela

February 21, 2017

so easy to call them chicken bones & even easier to read them should the weather be just right, clank a bell or a chime [...]
At Least by Jennifer Saunders

November 1, 2015

The pills that stop the crazy kill the words No mania, no voice An empty shell exterior A med muddled mind existing until [...]