by Kelly Stacy It snowed this morning and with the temperature’s slow rise turned to rain, the thin sleet sheets hung around till one, then faithfully they gave themselves over to the constant patter and […]
Haircut
by Katie Pukash My voice is a hieroglyph hunting for a cave to call home. I cut my hair for this. I have seen all my mother’s untouched jewelry. I have worn out the family […]
The Carpenter’s Son
by Katie Pukash mine is nothing but stain- each carving a little less. can’t say too much about the carpenter when the carpenter holds the only chisel. pliers for eyes- he will call you Floorboard […]
Light Blubs
by Katie Pukash The days seem to slide together like a slammed door. I swear anxiety sits hostage in my marrow. There is not enough red wine in the world to solve the problem that […]
Four Poems
by Stephanie Valente The Pontiac in this universe, the guitars are lost skulking under bed sheets watching rain fall through a window in this universe, we take turns driving (almost) endlessly i love the […]
Playing Favorites
by Jason Graff There’s still time before lunch, so I tuck the day-old bagel back into the bag. Back when Randolph McLeigh owned the bakery, he gave away day-olds. I hate to see such a […]
Dorthy Parker
by Jason Graff Dorothy Parker was funny in a cruel way which I think made us like her all the more, especially mother, who saw herself as some gutsy, wise, old truth teller of the […]
Two Poems
by Eric Stiefel & & Meaning, Meaning It All Falls Apart & You’re brushing your teeth in the midst of one of those mornings that can only be described as ennui. You rinse your mouth without […]
