Benji Katz
If you want to be reductive, you can posit
the belief that beauty is just symmetry
Read MoreA.N. Higgins
I wasn’t afraid of the trust falls
but I hated passing the hula hoop from sweaty
arm to sweaty arm, untying
the human knot.
Read MoreCathy Wittmeyer
Grandpa lived on the mauve velour sofa
Saturdays. His stint at the mill wore him
down like his imprint in the cushions under
the beer cans stuffed with cigarette butts
Read MoreKirsten Abel
One day in April my sister walked out
of the Wichita Mountains and into
my head.
Read MoreTyler Jacobs
There is the clanging of a bell somewhere
in the darkness. This refines how they teach
us to find God. Imagine what we don’t hear:
Read MoreBen Sloan
Safety strap cinched diagonally across his chest,
head lolling sideways, eyes shut, the picture here
is of someone in a deep alcohol-induced sleep.
Tim Hanson
“Mr. K?” I hear a child’s muffled voice say. It sounds like it’s coming from the closet. I
look around to see if everyone is here. Where’s Devin? There he is, in his seat for a change. All
present. “Where do we stop?” the voice persists.”
Jonan Pilet
His penis fell off inside of me.
It could have happened in my mouth. It nearly had.
I noticed before he did. His movements had stayed in rhythm, but the sensation had changed.
Read MoreStephanie Angelini
headline of the Boston Globe
I think of her
speaking to herself in Russian
her son propping up his salt and pepper temple
on the edge of the upright piano
left in the hall between the bathrooms
and the cafeteria
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