V. Joshua Adams
Lacy, leafless Chinese elms
canopy a man in brown.
Public housing trailers peel
but the home for sex offenders
Read MoreCatherine Hobbs
Flakefloconflakefloconflakeflocon. Like a mare’s tail... [Rattle. Clack!] ...then a wing brushing the pane. The snow deepens (now even deeper) in the street below me. On the sidewalk, a transport driver is trying to push my neighbour in her wheelchair from his minivan to her front door. He slips. I worry for a moment but then I see her husband coming out to help.
Read MoreJudith Skillman
Carried from one bed to the next,
deposited beneath covers, expected
to sleep, hounded and scorned
Read MoreReshmi Hebbar
Swami Sukathaya, the holy man and lecturer at the Hindu temple summer camp, lived only fifteen minutes from Pallavi Reddy’s home in Monroeville. Every time he was invited to come for dinner, their Amma would spin slowly out from her tightly wound spool of daily concerns--their homework, their intake of fruit, their teeth and nail grooming. Ravi, stop the bathrooms--go and dust the blinds! Arjun, change the trash quickly! Pallavi, finish chopping the potatoes! Pallavi and her siblings would pound around the house in loud and whiny protest.
Read MoreRobert Beveridge
The rose bushes around your hut
have grown wild for so long you
no longer remember what topiary
animals they were carved into. All
you remember is that while sand
erodes almost anything,
Read MoreKayla King
You had to tell them I was dead.
Inaccuracy slipped from the side
of your mouth like a moth wing ripped
beneath the window pane.
Read MoreKayla King
Start with a memory and macerate
into the vessel of your choosing. Much prefer
the ornate orca etched into the side
of your mother’s rocks glass.
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