Little Knives by Dara-Lyn Shrager That bruised fist clenchesagain in my niece’s chest.A surgeon fishes a guide wirethrough her thigh, lightinga path to her stuttering heart. All the little knives will come,will cut her before she’s done. One year ago, doctors slappeda...
The Drowning by Lindsay Rockwell The Drowning After the pulling her blank breath we red-eyed no grip no hand to hold after the pulling a pall shrouded the beach wind barely sifted the summer heat shock...
The Only Thing Standing Between Fantasia and Nothingness by Zebulon Huset It could’ve been me.I would have been braveand read a book valiantly. I could have saved the realmor at least hidden from bullies in a library,gotten dumped into a dumpster. I could have saved...
Ekphrasis: “Nymphs Finding The Head Of Orpheus,” John William Waterhouse, 1901 by John Blair You watch the moon roll one-eyed outof its cave to search for thieves & drunksand hear voices a half-mile long fill the woodswith moonglades and longing with Maenadsand...
Quandaries by Kevin McLellan i. The Clearing at the edge of a forest seen from above, sayfrom an airplane, looks like the back of this man’s neck, the finehairline, a young man who sits with his back to me as I destroythe heart-shape on top of the cortado or rather as...
Hardware by Danielle Shorr Men never asked how old I was.Instead, they wanted to know howyoung I was, and whether it was enough. Of course, I didn’t know that then,and why would I? The product wasattention and it was free. The origins and their ethics did not concern...
