Good Girl, Olive
By Vibha Akkaraju — “Good girl,” I coo to Olive in that tone that Maya, my first born, finds unbearably saccharine. But it's not saccharine
Jan 26, 2023
Northern Cruise
By Jeremiah K Durick — There must be something here worth the effort. The time spent. The foghorn goes off every two minutes reminding us
Dec 30, 2022
Definition of Romantic Love
By Dorothy Dorcine — The intimacy of hearing your voice in the dim lighting of my bedroom. My arms tangled around my pillowcase—I took my
Dec 20, 2022
Deep in the Unmowed Paddock
Kyla St Jaye — My body feels like an episode of hoarders. I’m always hungry. Stacked with debris and loading. Each scrap, bottle top and
Dec 14, 2022
Last flight
By Bhuwan Thapaliya — She is waiting for him, holding a cup of masala memories. Clotheslines hang about in the darkness and there is light
Nov 26, 2022
Missing You
By Linda M. Crate — I am sorry that I wounded you. I didn't want to hurt you. I wasn't brave enough to confront my feelings or process them,
Nov 5, 2022
IF ONLY WE KNEW HOW TO TALK ABOUT DEATH IN THE U.S. IN THE LATE 1960’S
By Lynn Davidman — Within a few years of her death, my father disowned and disinherited me, because I no longer followed the dictates he
Oct 17, 2022
At FORLORN DAYS
By Angela Ezekiel — It was Sunday when the earth swallowed Maggi, our
sweetmeloned woman. Soul, brightest in the glorious morning sun, a
Sep 7, 2022
God, what did you say again?
By Aaron Curry — If only I paid more attention to God and less attention to other sources. I'll stop muzzling your voice. I heard what you
Jun 23, 2022
Taking Action Steps
By Kenya Jones — If only the ideas people have for fixing issues that are negatively impacting communities could be implemented. These days
Jun 5, 2022
Our bones used to be the same
By Heleana Bakopoulos — Fish, teething filleted fish of yesterday on a bed of blueberries, with purple fingertips and spider legs,
May 10, 2022
Injustice - Caroline and Miriam
By Phyllis Evan — 7th grade. I still remember their names. Caroline and Miriam. Caroline’s face was long and narrow, except for her cheek
Apr 27, 2022
IF ONLY MY MOTHER WOULD HAVE LIVED
By Lynn Davidman — If only my mother had lived instead of dying when I was barely thirteen, my life would have been easier in so many ways.
Apr 7, 2022
I have heard her voice
By R. Bremner — I hear her voice at
the strangest times: at work, during a conference all; walking the dog on a bright sunny day; listening
Mar 7, 2022
UNVEILING MY HEART
By Ojo Olumide Emmanuel — A love poem is like honey conjugal-blessing two pairs of cookies. A broken poem is like a strain. You holla &
Jan 1, 2022
Disappearing
By Kelly Kotewa — My mother is disappearing. This is not the woman who raised me. Her shape is still there taking up space. Her voice is
Dec 9, 2021
Dawn at the Carquinez Strait
By Thomas Piekarski — There is much disclosure of facts about mankind's impending fate, but our human faculties fall short of altering those
Nov 2, 2021
I Should Have Said
By Gerry Grubbs — I should have said How lovely you were last night. I should have said I knew the stars were out because I could see you
Oct 12, 2021