jennifer chardon

How (Not) To Do What I Did by Jennifer Chardon

Quit everything. Tell your high school boyfriend you can’t stare at the same ocean forever. Buy a one-way ticket. Disappoint your parents. Label your boxes with wit [...]

August 1, 2014

Fucking a Enuch by Laurie Lessen Reiche

Entanglements. Facebook is Fascist. Don’t you love me? Don’t you get me? Poor marching drummer fallen in a ditch, legs [...]
We are home here and other poems by Cassandra Justine Grisdale

I watch as you stretch in your sleep, muscles flexing under skin whose scars I kissed moments earlier. You sigh deeply and I [...]
ross from friends emoji set by chuck young

two smiling mouths / pressed against each / other gospeling secrets / down ticklish throats. / personal history [...]
Speed by Alice King

That summer was a hairpin curve taken at ninety, blue lights lost among trees. The humid air shivered with rebellion, and my [...]
scars and other stories by stefan lutter

Dim lights and crowded room shoes scuffing and embarrassed cell phones. Prominent man, stands, emphasizes his [...]
Morning in Portland and other poems by George Franklin

Orange peels on the plate, broken curls Of skin, scent of trees from Morocco, Spain, or somewhere else, somewhere other Than [...]
We Bagged Sand All Night Until the Levee Broke and other stories by Steve Passey

I was trying to listen to the facilitator but the girl in the row in front of me turned and stared at me until I made eye [...]
The Space Between The Stones by Ian McCormick

He held onto a small vase supporting a single stalk of bamboo, and decided that it had to go. There used to be more. Another [...]
Dark Cloud by Jenya Doudareva

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

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 [...]
The Silver Birch by Vincent O’Connor

In the garden of my deceased dad there stood a single tree. It bore no fruit, offered no druids’ code, brought forth no [...]
Two Poems by Benjamin Blake

Capilano and Marine Cheap car stereo sings an overplayed radio rock song As little rivers run down the dirty windshield [...]