After Jennifer S. Cheng 1: the sea captured in a glass 2: a homophone for having enough for leftovers, a synonym for abundance 3: the fish, who have already forgotten you. It’s not personal 4: where memory fails, there’s still imagining 5: you. Not as an ocean but outside 6: glass and/or acrylic
Read MoreMartin Luther King Jr begins milly rocking, / As he downs a bottle of henny with no hands. / Harriet Tubman is bumping and grinding, / As Rihanna blasts on the speakers,
This get-together is entirely brunette and liquid and will pass right through us like bright lights or cheap liquor.
She bites and chews and gnaws. She is so focused on the tiny words in her textbook. Then she clamps down on the pen cap so hard that it snaps in half.
by Mike Coakley For some time now, I’ve been hungrily purchasing essay collections. I used to avoid them; when an undergraduate professor of mine assigned pieces from Philip Lopate’s The Art of
Now that Iʼm in bars surrounded by e-cigarette plumes rather than chain- ganging Marlboro smoke, observing bored chicks in matching spiked leather heels to their spiked leather jackets from H&M, and folks
All right, I’ll be the first to admit it: I’m a sucker for super hero flicks. I grew up in the era of Nickelodeon’s short-lived The Secret World of Alex Mack, about
Beth Alvarado is the author of Anthropologies: A Family Memoir (University of Iowa Press, 2011) and the story collection Not a Matter of Love (New Rivers Press, 2006). A recent essay, “Days
Jennifer Denrow is the author of two chapbooks: A Knee for a Life (Horse Less Press, 2010) and From California, On (Brave Men Press, 2010). She currently lives in Colorado where she
Falling in Savannah There are women in Savannah who want to kill themselves. Can we stop them? No, not really. We could stop them for a little while, but they’d only find
Orchard Bright Some people swore that the house was haunted. Some people said it was just the wind. It rose out of the hill like a hunk of pale sky — the