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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...

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....

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...

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...

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...

Laura Merleau

Down the hall a constant Down the hall a constantdrilling whirs all day rightup to six pm the dust ofplaster being drilled thenknocked off the...

Michele Sharpe

Ones & Zeroes The doe’s belly ripples, then a placental hoof or kneepokes her skin from inside out. She watches me watch her,  browsing for a...

Jessica Hudson

Dear Belle From you I know | all blue dresses are wishes for yellow gowns that twirl in captive arcs | a mezzo-soprano’s gasp can sweep the...

Meredith Davies Hadaway

Lift I’m losing my edge—the doctor says my spine is disappearing  from the inside out. I’m not surprised. Lately  I feel less and less between my  rib and the kingfisher at the...

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