mica evans

Self Portrait with Sweet Red Wine by Mica Evans

I blot my lipstick in all the wrong places like on the lining of my goodwill purse my jacket sleeve the window on the back of the bus I sing outloud in all the wrong moments [...]

November 1, 2015

Marriage For Dummies by Andrew Kuhn

September 2, 2016

Remember that we are all dummies here, and must never label each other as such. Say “I” a lot. As in, “I like how you [...]
We Bagged Sand All Night Until the Levee Broke and other stories by Steve Passey

October 23, 2017

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 [...]
Bitter Witness and other poems by Jerry McGinley

February 14, 2017

The icy-eyed moon gnashes her razor teeth, shrieks like a wounded possum, glares at the starry-eyed lovers who pledge [...]
four dog track poems by B.R. Yeager

August 1, 2015

Milky Way I was too high and the customers could tell. Negating the cold water rubbed into my eye sockets. “Having fun, [...]
Two Poems by Cara Lorello

September 2, 2016

VIEW FROM A ROOM, OCEANSIDE Through a single window with vertical paneled curtains drawn back, I watched clouds cast off in [...]
Two Poems by C.M. Keehl

September 2, 2016

I am at the same peninsula where you told me you loved me like lake michigan never one for wading but jump right from dock [...]
A Frosty Laburnum Morning While Listening To Duck Stab! by David R Miller

February 1, 2015

Mildly stoned, with my elbows supported by the back deck railing, I leant forward toward the expanse of unmown lawn that [...]
End Times by Amy Saul-Zerby

March 2, 2017

I am a bridal registry at a sex shop. You are a plane crash. I am the dental records used to identify your corpse. Our teeth [...]
Dying to Leave by Ashlie Allen

February 1, 2015

I made sure everyone was asleep before I tried again. I had nothing to carry just the weight of uncertainty. No one knew how [...]
Richmond Ennui by Christine Stoddard

January 30, 2017

You used to scour the rag shops in Southside, ………………..where black families lived in [...]
Turtle and Hare by Chloe Clark

April 1, 2014

If loss were a mathematical concept— a subtraction, a division, a formula for invisible numbers, then how does one [...]
Queen City by Richard Luftig

October 1, 2014

If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati. Everything comes there ten years later. – Attributed to Mark [...]