Living Space
by Debra Chait Lamp calls to bed to come have a light. Bed ignores: Deaf, or sleeping. Chair still feeling low (needs a quick boost),… Read More »Living Space
April 2017-tag
Flower Child
by Michelle Cherian I am a capybara with no integrity or sneakers. I am a flower child born to farm parents who couldn’t stand the… Read More »Flower Child
The Power of Makeup
by Michelle Cherian I wear lipstick because people often forget women have mouths. I outline my lips with the brightest neon yellow the world has… Read More »The Power of Makeup
Conflict Resolution
by Jessica Kraker You look like a conflict I am unwilling to enter, a war I have no intention of fighting. Yet when I waved… Read More »Conflict Resolution
Of Cars, and Starry Roses
by Jadyn Marshall Novocaine flooded their minds As the car pulled up to the window, (The bay window) Breaking the roses’ necks and Leaving silver… Read More »Of Cars, and Starry Roses
Soft
by Lora Pavlovich I am almost soft in a hardening world unknowing, unspeaking and unvetted — I know not what they’re thinking, and my own thoughts… Read More »Soft
No Data
by Frances Raybaud “I don’t want your phone, man.” The guy’s dying for God’s sake, knife in the abdomen, the blood gushing out—and he wants… Read More »No Data
Key Notes – Part 12
by Hanna Rose This is part of an ongoing series. Click here to read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part… Read More »Key Notes – Part 12
Shadow
by Matthew Spataro I can hear the footsteps behind me. The harsh breathing, so familiar yet so wrong, sends chills down my spine. I turn… Read More »Shadow
Sauce
by Matthew Spataro “What kind of sauce you want with that?” “Just ketchup, thanks.” The cashier nods, tapping at the cash register screen before he… Read More »Sauce
Tribal Stories to Criminals
by Priyanka Thomas There once was man Who held his heads In rage he shamed And gained no thing With grace around his waist His… Read More »Tribal Stories to Criminals
Love Like Ours
by Kyra Wooden This is how we make love Consuming love Handfuls of pulled hair Skin like a still lake That ripples at his touch… Read More »Love Like Ours
