Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

Family of Four Lokos by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

Stephanie, John, and Hector spent an evening in early July selling their art on a sidewalk in Old City. The money – all pooled together – was enough to buy plenty of Four [...]

February 26, 2017

The Origin of Trees by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

Palm trees belong to two states: California and Florida. But more to California than Florida – Florida is where oranges grow on trees that are the result of shoots [...]

December 31, 2016

What She’s Made Of by Vincent Anioke

February 1, 2015

Stacey came over today. Her pink hair ribbon was gone, replaced by a sort of butterfly comb that raked through her auburn [...]
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 [...]
George P. Henson by Ed Nichols

August 1, 2014

He knew he was of sound mind, even if no one else did. They all acted like he was off his rocker or something. Always [...]
On Donald Trump Tweeting that Meryl Streep is One of the Most Overrated Actresses by Amy Saul-Zerby

February 1, 2017

This year we learned the difference between shock & surprise & maybe too late, but who would have thought, if given [...]
Three Poems by Alita Pirkopf

September 2, 2016

I have learned to walk I have learned to walk in white fog— so warm it stifled and turned to thick steam. It didn’t [...]
The Same Shine by Ernest Gordon Taulbee

October 23, 2017

The absence of a hangover made Samuel suspect he was dead. Last night’s moonshine had the perfect mix of burn and corn [...]
Family of Four Lokos by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

February 26, 2017

Stephanie, John, and Hector spent an evening in early July selling their art on a sidewalk in Old City. The money – all [...]
A Small Bestiary Within by Raphael Maurice

February 18, 2019

[A Small Bestiary Within] They want a sweet country boy, tender, true as hell. At least they seem to, they do, until [...]
Two Poems by Betsy Martin

September 2, 2016

The Biosphere This storm is strange for Tucson, the frigid rain sprayed down the way the gardener hoses bird excrement from [...]
How to Explain to Your Ex Why Their X-Ray’s Your Desktop by Margaryta Golovchenko

December 1, 2014

Her mother named her White Dahlia, the consequence of unplanned pregnancy while studying forensics. Or so she told the boy [...]
What’s In A Name? by Audrey Wick

December 28, 2016

She told me she thought about naming me Annabel Lee, after the famous female in Edgar Allan Poe’s poem. Instead, she named [...]
The Salt of Our Bodies is the Salt of Our Rhymes and other poems by Steve Passey

January 22, 2017

In the salt of our bodies Is the salt of our rhymes It comes out of us hard It comes out in our speech This depression is [...]

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