Poetry, CNF, and Graphic Essays.

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Andrew Braithwaite

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Chip Scanlan

My Favorite Dessert Press 'Play' to hear the author read their piece. My older sister, Sharon, waits until I climb upstairs to bed. I am nine,...

Leela Srinivasan

As the Sky Changes Shape Press 'Play' to hear the author read their piece. A question: how do we stay warm? The same way the ocean makes...

Rhienna Guedry

Head Start Press 'Play' to hear the author read their piece. When she said she wanted a head start she meant I pulled my stitches out with...

Cathy Barber

Sleep A golden shovel after Jack Kerouac* In the deathliness of sleep, my armshave somehow bent stiff, foldedunder my fat belly and thighs tomake an even...

Kathleen McGookey

Dear Rebecca     It’s noon right now, and clouds press on the oaks lining my field. My entire sky is white with brushstrokes of gray. Though...

Marcia Aldrich

The Dahlia Press 'Play' to hear the author read their piece. To consider the dahlia, you must arrive at that age when you no longer flinch; Have soldiered...

Sherre Vernon

A Descriptive Linguistics of Isolation for Shana   Verbs of motion will be the first to go—well, not gowhich has long gone the way of disappearinginto idiom....

Heather D. Frankland

Dangle Press 'Play' to hear the author read their piece. The purple earrings, so dark they almost blend into my hair, but light enough to catch...

Susan Olding

Root word: *ghredh- Press 'Play' to hear the author read their piece. ingress The scream pierces the walls, shakes the windows, rattles the roof. You’re folding clothes...

Andrew Bertaina

The Old Road I don’t want to read another story about two people divorcing, about the way things break down, a missed coffee date, a missed...

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