Ghost Puppy by Kaely Horton The ghost of my ex-girlfriend twirled in a desk chair in the middle of the kitchen, chewing gum. My mother paused in the doorway, grocery bag handles straining against the crook of her elbow, and pointed. “Is she real?” she asked. “Because...
On Some Excuses For Feeling Pierced By Existence by Jay Aquinas Thompson [/vc_custom_heading][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_empty_space empty_h=”2″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column...
Domestic Panic by Michael Schmeltzer Bored, bipedal & drug addledis how I spend my days off-kilter. Kilometer by kilometerI march politely away from being the spouse who could sewanother meal into memory. Be honest, no one should celebratethe body’s ordinary...
Love Construct in the Covidicene by Robbie Gamble It’s a protective scaffolding, really.We have known these bones of our structure to be ever so simpatico to begin with.This morning, we gird ourselves for day number eighty of our New York Timescrossword streak, and...
Sorry To Bug You, I Got Something To Say by Heidi Seaborn My talktrails like antsdown my lower lip. My words flutter & become dustymoths nestlingin men’s wool suit pockets,chewing holes. Today a man talked &talked at me.My voicelanded on his shoulder—a...
