christine stoddard

A Call to the Stronger Sex by Christine Stoddard

Ancestors whisper hungrily from their cradles of stars They will haunt us until we women-folk feed their obsession for tradition At least those are the stories that creep [...]

March 6, 2017

Richmond Ennui by Christine Stoddard

You used to scour the rag shops in Southside, ………………..where black families lived in trailers [...]

January 30, 2017

Two Poems by Erin McIntosh

September 2, 2016

The wolves are at my heart Wolves are at my heart Again but I only continue To revolve around you like The earth to sun a [...]
Spill by Karie Fugett

April 1, 2015

The day my husband died, April 20, 2010, BP oil poured into the Gulf of Mexico. I was told about the spill weeks later, [...]
Seasonally Affected and Disordered by Judith Cody

March 19, 2016

Sky stuffed with leaden clouds seeming ready to suffocate like a soggy pillow feeling like the regulation issue California [...]
A Modern Yiddish Dictionary by Mari Pack

March 23, 2017

I. The old Ashkenazim at my office say “nuu” when they want something like fucking Israeli teenagers they are restless, [...]
In Retrospect and other poems by Z.M.Wise

August 2, 2017

I should have looked both ways. I should have seen your forceful wishes to confuse me into mental paralysis. If I should [...]
SCHRÖDINGER’S CAT PLAYS GOD and other poems by Stephanie Tom

January 24, 2017

The phenomenon of Schrödinger’s cats states: being that the cat was simultaneously half-alive and half-dead in the [...]
Thieves by Kelle Grace Gaddis

August 28, 2017

Sleep is a type of dying we enter each night. If lucky, we rise from our rest in peace, our pillowed tombs, to see another [...]
Struck Birds by Catharine Lucas

May 29, 2016

San Gregorio State Beach, California Tide-packed sands; cliffscapes, buff and russet. One bleached rock thrust skyward, its [...]
Dying to Leave by Ashlie Allen

February 1, 2015

I made sure everyone was asleep before I tried again. I had nothing to carry just the weight of uncertainty. No one knew how [...]
the rainy part of the world by mark petterson

June 1, 2015

After the rundown middle school where I tutor a thirteen-year-old who reads at a second-grade level, and really we just read [...]
The Silver Birch by Vincent O’Connor

October 1, 2014

In the garden of my deceased dad there stood a single tree. It bore no fruit, offered no druids’ code, brought forth no [...]
Dark Cloud by Jenya Doudareva

February 18, 2017

He hid inside Nimbostratus Gardens. Heavy damp smell of vegetation filled his throat and made his glasses foggy. For a [...]

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