ian scott mccormick

Facade by Ian Scott McCormick

Phil tried to remember what it was like when he went off to college, 25 years ago. He tried to remember what that state school looked like. Nothing like this campus, he [...]

March 16, 2017

Someday I’ll Love Meg Johnson and other poems by Meg Johnson

Even though she is a biological woman who wants to be a drag queen. Even though I read her diary and she confessed [...]
Another Word For ‘Birthday Hamster’ by Laura Pavlo

There were one thousand “e”’s in the “please” Lucia’s son sung into the pet store window as he furiously pressed [...]
Four Poems by Sloane Eliot

oxytocin waste of time on the sonogram, our mistake looked like an eclipse it felt like staring at the sun i looked until i [...]
On Balancing On A Steel Girder by Jacob Aiello

Have you seen those photographs of the shirtless men balancing on steel girders thousands of feet above New York City? Yes. [...]
Observer Effect by Jenya Doudareva

Sparrows flying close to the ground means that it will rain. Sparrows bathing in sand means that it will rain. Is that how [...]
The Happy Light by Cari Scribner

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, [...]
At my sons concert and other poems by Justin Hyde

at my son’s concert on a little wooden chair next to my ex-wife in the auditorium. we don’t talk much outside of [...]
The Heart Is an Organ on Fire by Sheldon Lee Compton

Tracy had sensed Bruce was different but had been too interested in his company to see any sign of it early on. The church [...]
Autumn leaves and other poems by Alison Znamierowski

Autumn Leaves with Pictures we opened each other like maps explored, traced our fingers along every outline, got utterly and [...]
please leave a message and other poems by katie lewington

the echo of a call rings on voicemail left undeleted repeated until the words are a mantra in your head have to let go but [...]
Photophobia by Bobbi Lurie

I pray he will eat. I know he won’t let me make him food. His fear of wasting water overwhelms him so he rushes to [...]
Confessions of a Lunch Thief by Allie Marini Batts

I’m just like any other kind of criminal. I started small. In kindergarten. My life of crime can be traced back to a [...]