Kayla Rae Candrilli

Two Poems by Kayla Rae Candrilli

Pater Familias: Way with Words He waves from the sepia-toned dock, the folds in his Army uniform crisp. Forty-five years later, grandfather remains a mystery to my father and [...]

November 1, 2015

Part of the Same Being by Nina Ficenec

We decided to cut out of the mill early, grab a case of beer and just drive, drive, Jay’s knuckles white against the [...]
De Stijl by Sarah Vernetti

Claire stands and struggles to find her balance. The walls, the floor, the ceiling converge as a single plane, the seams [...]
Drinking your Lye by Nicholas Olsen

I see pieces of you everywhere I go, smell hints of your perfume in drafts of wind as I walk down this old block trying to [...]
Rock Pools by F.C Malby

‘Look, a starfish, bright orange. Look at it.’ Sophie points to the ripples in the rock pool, her pigtails drop down [...]
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, [...]
A moment of thought while drinking my morning coffee by Barry Yeoman

A gray misty sky hangs down low to demand retrospection. Yesterday is an ancient dream I don’t remember what I dreamt [...]
Overpass by Alison Hicks

Two days after my mother died I lay on the mat in the storefront studio down the street from the tracks. My mother appeared [...]
Three poems by Eileen Hennessy

ABOUT MAKING MY HOME About making my home smaller and clearer: I am past caring for your expectations. I’m rediscovering [...]
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 [...]
False Narratives and other poems by Lauren Suchenski

False narratives this one was the one I concocted – news (though it was fake, it was new) or olds or things sold, [...]
A Victory by Raphael Maurice

The ocean was black near the shore and farther out a storm was massing in the sky. He sat, looking out over the water, [...]
FOUR WAY INDEPENDENCE and other poems by Mark Belair

FOUR-WAY INDEPENDENCE Try this at home: Sit in a chair and count out loud to four in a loop, then start tapping your right [...]