John Grey
The farmer was out mending fences.
Anything broken or buckled or rotted
was his domain.
Zack Martin
Two days into a cold snap I made steel-cut oats for breakfast. It was the kind that takes 30 minutes and a lot of stirring to make. I had woken up early since I slept alone that night.
Read MoreCathal Gunning
When I'm good I'm great. I mean it, I get it. I'd want me too. Not to sound– no, happy to sound arrogant, or conceited, or whatever. Extra. When I'm on form everyone in the room, male, female, or otherwise, myself very much included, would want to lick my tight stomach, and I know it.
Read MoreZack Martin
Because in the beginning there was
“this deer was alive not 12 hours ago
now get your tickets and feed your family tonight.”
Megan Paranich
The ice in the window melted itself into teeth,
like a sea monster left their dentures in my kitchen.
James Gifford
Bold Brazilian Lisa
behind the bar,
Jonnie’s Scottish singularities—
bored with Traditional,
Honey-Brown hopes of Hoegaarden
tap eternal.
Barbara McVeigh
I remember you dancing at the wedding: your neat feet and fancy heels twisting over the geometric patterns on the parquet. As nimble as a goat. You asked me: “How do they measure the height of a mountain?”
Read MoreCaroline Neel
As a child I was unafraid of thunder,
spiders, high tree branches, scraped knees,
the imps and fairies who bartered my loose teeth for coins.
Dessa Bayrock
A girl in the garden says she’s haunted by water: by the leaks in her roof and under the washing machine. How can I tell her that water haunts everything?
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