The Girls We Were Before This

Jennifer Schomburg Kanke   The girls we were before this: loud and brash, hooting and hollering, we felt filled with power playing The Snake on hillsides green and lush with our hands interlocked and whipping back and forth to music known but never heard aloud....

The Wait

Joanna George   From the 28th day – from the red circled date in my calendar, I start my wait – my count with much devotion and worship, what more ? Fasting on papayas and pineapples, seasoned with sesame seeds and jaggery powder. I keep waiting for this hunger...

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Nolan Dannels   could have been a poet in another life but in this one, I’m giving up the ghost did everything wrong to make it all right because I like to think that’s what I want most came off another psychotic episode earlier this month...

I Am Fading Into My Own Untouchability

Ella Corder   It does feel good until it does not. You take a hairdryer to a frog until it’s pruned. You take forks to a yard until it’s plastic. A body the size of Kansas and you still don’t find the right place to touch it. Vented tents of breasts and you make...

When I’m Gone From You

Pat Tyrer   What will happen when we become you. Is it the end of mustard on pastrami when it hides from you behind the mayonnaise? Will the mate to your black sock continue to ride the shelf in the dryer. Will you wear your flannel shirt beyond donation and...