When She Was Good

When She Was Good by Siri Williams

“You wanna know what the problem is with people around here?” The cigarette between her lips muffled her words; her fierce eyes fixed upon me with a typically unnerving [...]

December 1, 2013

A Small Bestiary Within by Raphael Maurice

[A Small Bestiary Within] They want a sweet country boy, tender, true as hell. At least they seem to, they do, until [...]
Stomped Full of the Great Because and other poems by Claire Kelly

Reasons followed her pretty-girl looks like the bows on a kite tail. Her dad taught her to shoot, showed her pictures of [...]
Two Poems by Chelsea Eckert

THE ASEXUAL “I am sorry for your loss,” he said when I mentioned that after ten some- odd years of psychotropics, I was [...]
Sadness and other poems by George Franklin

I talk about sadness as though she were a dinner guest Who’s overstayed her welcome. It’s one in the morning and She’s [...]
Three Poems by Alita Pirkopf

I have learned to walk I have learned to walk in white fog— so warm it stifled and turned to thick steam. It didn’t [...]
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 [...]
Two Poems by Carla McGill

ANOTHER DRIVE This time I leave the circling freeways of Los Angeles, head the other way toward the burnt land of [...]
Over and other poems by Donna Dallas

Damn girl. Look at you. Who made venom so thick course through your blood? The cold flow of winter is in you. Blue blood, [...]
I am my own planet by Meg Johnson

I don’t suffer from night terrors, but if I ever do, I hope I scream out, Neely O’Hara! I could scream this out while [...]
Versions of the Truth by Richard King Perkins II

For J.P. In gym class, I saw his legs five times a week for three years of middle school. Those tortured limbs never stopped [...]
It Always Rains by Tim Wilkinson

The small room lay quiet, cloaked in shadow and smoky haze, silent save two voices and the occasional, solid clank of steel [...]
Elvis Would So by Rijn Collins

I’ve always assumed that at some point I’ll live next door to a carny. I mean, wouldn’t you? Most kids scan the [...]