Two Poems by Jennifer Gibbs
All daddies resemble Superman / until their hands throttle / a woman’s neck.
A German Love Song: Fiction by Antoine Bargel
I had just softly laid my finger on the trigger. I was about to begin the long inhalation that would, a moment later, allow me to shoot without shaking.
Two Poems by David Spicer
I’ve hesitated to view porn flicks, name a dog Beverly, or chew lobster without uttering a prayer.
Antevasin: Creative Nonfiction by Jordan Rizzeri
When I pass the large, green sign on the New York State Thruway that says “Leatherstocking Region,” I know I am halfway.
Two Poems by Kevin Rabas
And she could sing like birds: like nightingale, like whippoorwill, like western meadowlark, her voice so pure, like dawn-light, like twilight …
On a Night Spent in Hazleton, PA: Poetry by Rachel Adams
There in the night, alert, an image of the melancholic love / that I had left up north spread in my mind
Bonnie and Clyde’s Last Stand at Lake Nameless
by Ron Gibson, Jr.
I swung the door open, turned on the light and marveled at the murky lake that now lived in our house. It must have been five foot deep.
For Tall Girls
by Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad
For the girls above or below / five foot something / For the legs so long / they tangle when we saunter / through corridors
The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: A Review
by Diane Yannick
There is no rating low enough to compensate for the way this book has ruined my life. Whatever you do, don’t read it as it will haunt you.
The Other Baby
by Jackleen Holton Hookway
The temperature in the Central Valley had dropped to a record low. I scraped the frost off the windshield before I drove myself to the hospital.
Supermarket Monologues
by Johnson Cheu
If you’ve read just about any disabled person’s blog—especially if they’ve got a “Top Ten: Don’t Do This When You See Me” list—you already know how I feel about people telling me that I inspire them.
Who’s Afraid of Dred Scott?
SCENE 1: CHAFFEE RESIDENCE, Washington, D.C., February, 1857, Moving-In Day. The flat is shaping up to be a modestly upper-class Victorian residence—resplendent rugs, elegantly-shaped tables and chairs, gas lamps and a fire in the fireplace.
Dilemma: Blocked
Dear Dr. Donna: My problem isn’t a new one but it’s new to me. In fact, when others said they had this problem I just thought they were making excuses and procrastinating.
Circularity
by Jay Merill
One chilly Saturday Den goes with her mother to the Botanical Gardens. Den wants to walk in the part with the wizened tree trunks, where the grass sprouts up in clumps. Where the earth is more like grit.
Chicken
by Michael Chitwood
He cradles the chicken with his right arm, holding it nested against his mid-section. He takes a booth and puts the chicken beside him on the bench seat.
Blasphemy
by Emile DeWeaver
A poet held a workshop in San Quentin and told the class, “We shouldn’t fool ourselves. Poetry is not going to change the world.”
