jeremiah driver

Slick as an Albino Seal from Knee to Toe and other poems by Jeremiah Driver

lit by moonlight, she said I want you to know I’m beautiful. Her shirt folded above her head like a jellyfish. She hid her nipples behind her knees, and seemed afraid, on [...]

February 19, 2017

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 [...]
A Call to the Stronger Sex by Christine Stoddard

March 6, 2017

Ancestors whisper hungrily from their cradles of stars They will haunt us until we women-folk feed their obsession for [...]
Six Poems by Daniel Burttram

November 1, 2015

Another Draw She waits for him in their car, out in the parking lot, hoping that a train won’t pass—cutting through [...]
Colossal by Ruth Daniell

April 1, 2015

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Paul ignores the question. Instead, he glances down at the coffee-table that Mel [...]
Blizzard of 1950, Eatontown NJ by Lee Landau

June 1, 2015

Sometimes, too many times Mom went crazy, never meant for children, particularly three girls in a low rent, attached home, [...]
Facade by Ian Scott McCormick

March 16, 2017

Phil tried to remember what it was like when he went off to college, 25 years ago. He tried to remember what that state [...]
Grocery List by Elizabeth Bolton

August 21, 2017

There is, here in my hand, a small blue rectangle of grocery list like the looping invitation to a banquet that awaits and [...]
This Isn’t a Funeral by K. Barber

August 1, 2015

It is a sticky August afternoon, and flies keep landing on me like I’m a corpse. “Emily,” my mother [...]
Summer Storm and Birds by Jason Brightwell

March 19, 2016

Evening sky sags in recovery, hanging a lantern — yellow half-light, birds recognize the nearing end of a summer storm. [...]
Richie by Amy Scharmann

April 1, 2014

Richie usually checked to see if I was awake before he practiced. He liked that I had no knowledge or interest in piano. [...]
Out on the Eastern Slopes and other stories by Steve Passey

May 24, 2017

My Grandfather hunted. My father hunted. Everyone we knew hunted. Everyone knew someone on the reserve. A treaty card allows [...]
Sea Shanties by Alicia Bones

August 14, 2017

1. Couple years ago, I bought a boiled crab off a man on the pier. I’d just started eating it when someone shouted, [...]