Dani Arieli
Across the Marsh
Nobody batted an eye while the man with the carrion-crow mask handed the little girl flowers of violet. Not even the young farmhand, who...
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Latest Works
Ken Foxe
Sep 2010 min read
The Falling People
Some have begun to wear parachutes when they sleep, for fear they’ll join the falling people. Others carry benzodiazepine spray to shoot...
Kaille Kirkham
Sep 202 min read
It's crushing
It’s crushing but slippery, like a birth but better but worse; there are eyes on you, through you, but you can’t summon any numbers to...
Nicole F. Kimball
Sep 202 min read
Artifact
When the velvet greens are washed with rain and dirt, And the dirt is washed with hands like the surgery of a seed— The child I once...
Preston Ford
Sep 207 min read
Awaiting...
Dear Katz, It’s been a month and a half, and I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you how I’m feeling and what I’ve finally decided...
LindaAnn LoSchiavo
Sep 201 min read
The Visitation
Lined up like make-believe guests, potted ferns Adorned the entry, their cool shadows dim Switching the parlor—life’s last living room—...
Nicole Kurlich
Sep 2010 min read
The Monitor
The Monitor came to me when I was 14 years old. I awoke in my bed. I couldn’t move. My eyelids felt stuck, like the barn doors after a...
Paige Eaton
Sep 202 min read
Camellian
I. Camellian She was made in the image of Camellia. Her lips boasted a cherry blossom, carved carmine cheeks dripped into her yellow...
M.S. Blues
Sep 202 min read
just a little word 'bout the damned
the damned stands before her ʻāina , repressed tears embellish her limpid eyes as she overlooks the lavender, melancholy skies, ...
A.J. Van Belle
Sep 208 min read
Violet Plays With Raindrops
Violet Plays With Raindrops, 2024 With a fingertip, I caught raindrops on the windowpane one by one, letting the coolness shock my skin...
Caidyn Bearfield
Sep 202 min read
It Must Be Necessary
With enough years of practice, I easily store six days of outfits in a single backpack pocket Crumpled five dollar bills tucked in...
Ralph Dranow
Sep 201 min read
Risala
My Sufi guide and I are meeting on Zoom. She welcomes me with a home-run smile and a “Hi” laced with joy. “Read me one of your poems,”...
H.M. Shrike
Sep 209 min read
Hexenhaus
Letter from Wolfgang Jakob Welsch to his friend Julius Hofmann, 1627. Translated from the original German by Dr. Angela Windsor, 2009. My...
Kyle Brandon Lee
Sep 205 min read
Her Heart for a Field of Dandelions
The breeze blew only so softly, the dandelions merely teasing their release. The entire field waved with the gentle wind. Massive stones...
LindaAnn LoSchiavo
Sep 201 min read
Arrowroot
My arrowroot forgives me easily For lax unintentional dry spells when Leaf blades fold in when parched, like palms upright, Tight clasped...
Nicole F. Kimball
Sep 201 min read
Slaughterhouse for Third Dimension
I sit in the middle of the wild to watch the last of my wilderness build a shed, take shelter, carve a canoe from my bones. Here the...
A.K. McCarthy
Sep 205 min read
Hooves
“Tell me a bedtime story, mother,” the child says. “What kind of story?” the mother asks. “One of your scary ones. One about the...
Rick Hartwell
Sep 201 min read
Unbidden
Rising from the murky depths of an unconscious soul or a conscious id; whether Freudian, Jungian or surrealian, "nightmares" is too soft...
D Bedell
Sep 204 min read
The Bones
September rains christened the old cemetery with a bleakness that blackened the gravestones tumbled among the trees grown up in neglect....
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