Ann Wallace
His grandmother snipped the wild
pink tea roses for my corsage
from the bush by the gravel
driveway…
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 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.
Caroline 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?
Read MoreShelby Tuthill
Sophia biked through the twilight and into the break of day
just so I could find her at the festival of one hundred white doves.