matthew j hall

Make Me Think Twice by Matthew J. Hall

Every time I drive you to it you pull back at the moment of impact your heart is too big your intentions and dreams are too pure and strong One of these days though I hope [...]

June 1, 2014

The Salt of Our Bodies is the Salt of Our Rhymes and other poems by Steve Passey

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 [...]
Patience, Dear by Ira Herbold

I am waiting in a darkened room, facing the door, hands on knees. I am waiting for Christianity to seem plausible. I am [...]
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 [...]
Black Clot by Ashlie Allen

My hair did not like its saffron color, so it turned black and broke off. I tried to condition it with organic oils and [...]
A Call to the Stronger Sex by Christine Stoddard

Ancestors whisper hungrily from their cradles of stars They will haunt us until we women-folk feed their obsession for [...]
A Brief History Of Cola by Glen Armstrong

Though cola is undeniably a cultural construct and any modern, identifiable culture should be able to construct a Rube [...]
Fairy Tales and other poems by Jonathan Duckworth

Mediation. Shallow rill of air between our throats & the arrow that finds an artery. Our dreams boiled down, reduced to [...]
Unrecovered Poem by Samantha Madway

Rooms filthy from all the sorrow. Trashcans filled with tissues filled with snot. Dark circles dyed under every eye. Dead [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Lightwood by Steph Post

There was no one to greet Judah Cannon when he got out of Starke, so he just started walking. The sky was gray, the air [...]
Blizzard of 1950, Eatontown NJ by Lee Landau

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