Sara Baxter Waiting for Help at Home Depot I read that robots are going to stealall the blue-collar jobs within twenty years. We’d better get ready, get creative—play ukulele on street corners, sell haunted panties on eBay. I’m paraphrasing.I have pretty good hair. I could grow it long, tie it off with orange tassels, […]
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Rachel J. Bennett Drawbridge for L Even in extremis, note blue sky, branches,the cumulus safe, afloat. Even besieged, breathe lemon verbena, how the prepositionsblur: with/without, inside/outside, through/ through. Through lemon verbena, wearrived. Beyond lemon verbena, you & me. You/me. Little fish, how I stood for daysunder water. How the sea swept the kitchen floor. […]
Len Lawson Frozone’s Bride Honey can be anyone you imagine her to be—Director like Gaia / the spirit of the earth / with the wind for a voice / a holy vapor we banish so we do not have to deal with her reality / her echoes on ocean waves / her violent whirlwinds […]
Kailey Tedesco new jersey dirt my whole body convulses in the direction of memory—we come from cul-de-sacs to unchokewitches from their burial, cursing men with salt guns who hunted in this very town, made seedlings of their wives. too often, i feel them in my dreams, women like my aunt & mother coming toward […]
Johann Sarna After Mae La Our coming our going will be eventuallyonly one kind of fuel for night. That I’ve gone, that I’m herein this room without breeze, back from the townswhere darkness hoods the blunt machetewhere light, ruby skim, is slicked awaythen returned as fires on a far bank glitteringlike fish in the […]
Danielle Dubrasky The Pentagon Papers On planes he always looked for the empty seat next to the prettiest woman engaging her in long overseas conversations as he watched the sun break through clouds over Hong Kong, flying as far away as possible from his childhood, moving with his parents from one southern Utah town […]
Cullen Whisenhunt Revision, June 27 Night drops on this townlike dirt at a funeral:a few fistfuls at first,then shoveled in andstamped down flat. Butweep not, for in the gravelike stillness, moth shadowsdance across wood slatsto the creak of porch swingmusic while iced tea sweatsstarshine on work-worn palms. Cullen Whisenhunt is a graduate […]
Alyse Knorr The Death of the Waynes And how to write of it? Make a joke of Bruce— his overwrought rage cresting to a black mask and bladed gloves—a caricature of grief so thickly lacquered it slips away beneath our rubber hands. The walk from opera to opera, the rose and the pearls, the […]
