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Emily Khym

sugar cookies and milk Broken china plates filled in for the silent radio as a fat orange cat rang the diner bell—scared but desperate to survive. The...

Theresa Goenner

Labeled by Size “My peed,” my seven-year-old says from the back seat. Keeping my eye on the road, I hoist her backpack to the front and...

Audrey Rose

but if not for rain, who would I talk to? o’ rain you’re such a show-off you like to show me up you stand me up you disappear you...

Kan Ren Jie

Confession, at A Mass of Trees On a bridge near home – I’ve started to see how bodies twirl. This chapped dancing. The trees here bend hovering –...

Amy Wright

Delicate as a Champagne Flute The elbow is an unexpected point of intimacy. Blunt instruments self-defense classesteach you to leverage to your advantage, elbows bust...

Jaya Wagle

On the Edge of Two Worlds I like to linger on that sunny rectangle, our bodies ensconced in the warmth of the sun.I stand under...

Poetry Contest – Deadline extended!

We've added an extra week to get your entries in for our Poetry Contest! Submission fee is $10 and you can submit up to...

Poetry Contest

It's time for our annual poetry contest! Submission fee is $10 and you can submit up to 5 poems for each entry. But don’t...

Tori Grant Welhouse

young :: ber :: ry :: My sister pricked her finger on a brier.         She startedin her tiara, cussing. :: Tough brambles sent up long, arching...

Donna Vorreyer

Red Hot Sky The air burned sharpest on clear sunny days, a bright heat in the nostrils as the Ferrara Pan Candy factory molded Red...

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