Poetry, CNF, and Graphic Essays.

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Andrew Braithwaite

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Kathleen Kirk

Harpoon Moonlight drapes the garden with a lullabycold as a harpoon. It knows its target,the heart. Later, the helpless, useful thingwill dive and flail, ribcage...

J.R. Tappenden

Tree for the Forest  Century Tree, St. Louis, MO nested concentric,one to another, accumulated. History isboth the quick injury that broke a young limb and...

Mariela Lemus

Mundane Scar Papi reclines on the couch a dark shadow in the dim lighting of the family room.  His finger probes the shiny skin stretched like burnt umber smeared along his sharp...

Quench Your Thirst With Salt by Nicole Walker

Dear Ms. Walker, When I first began reading Quench Your Thirst With Salt I believed the cover art to be a photograph. Then the leaves’...

Rick Bursky

These Were Our Best Years We slept better after we invented violence, some of us resumed the habit of muffling cries with newly plumped pillows. We sang the...

Kate Greenstreet

M-A-T-H She said she’d come back if she could, to tell me. To say what it was like, but she didn’t.Snow blows off the roof...

Paul Haney

Downriver Upstate New York. A bucolic Rochester suburb. A river running past splintered churches and long-abandoned watermills, alongside Main Street and over the falls. Downstream...

Karen Babine

Midsommar Dag January in Minnesota is color stretched thin, pulled until you can see through it, even the delicate aquamarine too cold to hold clouds....

Paul Crenshaw

Highwire The old board hung like a highwire from the crumbling pumphouse to the rock wall a few feet away. The pumphouse roof had been...

Alyssa Quinn

On Murder “And God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of...

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