(Woman-with-Sign)

Hollie Box (Woman-with-Sign) January 5, 2017 My house empty, I mash the volume button on my beaten-up BOSE past 60, like a convertible driving teenager. Only I’m not trying to look cool; I’m standing in my underwear, hoping to hear talk radio over the shower. Stepping face-first toward the nozzle, high-pressure streams prick my face … Continue reading (Woman-with-Sign)

Midair

Susannah Lodge-Rigal Again, the sun breaks itself on high branches on high branches the world-over The oak-full woods appear Without warning cowbirds prick the blue until they too are sewn to the smalling distant I slow around sad at my own surprise Pretend every gone thing singing still—pretend this is how I learn to be … Continue reading Midair

Pizza

Eric Van Hoose Gene likes the sequence—placing the order, undressing, waiting. He likes the suspense almost as much as the moment when the deliveryman arrives (it is, usually, a man). His phone is angled against a piece of his mother’s pottery on an end table in the living room, its camera pointed at the front … Continue reading Pizza

Noli Me Tangere

Shelley Wong the fields were scribbled on or as blank as envelopes * to write about birds & not think hunter not think bright cage for two * on the train, I slept in shuttering light through a bombed city returned to its Baroque splendor * a friend once said the body knows * I … Continue reading Noli Me Tangere

Mary Rosenthal

Stacy Lee My periods left me two years ago. The last was dark brown. This morning, I went to the market to pick up sea salt and laundry detergent. The lighting in the store was a murky white, tint of green. A woman and her daughter shopped in the aisle. The daughter wore a bow … Continue reading Mary Rosenthal

Time Inside a Troubled Room

Laurie Blauner Time Inside a Troubled Room I was looking for someone who understood, someone who took their time. Instead of bursts of light and noise talking directly to the brain, screeching colors, tasting of chocolate, the odor of lemons, sound of people speaking over one another, the touch of glass, plastic. We are sensory … Continue reading Time Inside a Troubled Room

Jane in Starving Time

Alicia Wright Jamestown Settlement, Virginia, 1609 We grasp at everything but clasp nothing but wind. To have had my girlhood first at sea & here, in leafy canopy, silver cedars, oaks & wailing, owls & otherwise in timbered dark— I’m not like them, their island tongues unraveling in colony’s weak net, vowels slack-jawed with winter’s … Continue reading Jane in Starving Time