by David W. Berner
Casey and Graham heard me talk about the details of the trip, about my purpose for taking on the challenge of it, and an itinerary based on the travels written about in Kerouac’s book. Although neither had heard much of anything about Kerouac . . .
by Eli Glasman
When I got back to the house it was nearly midday. My father and Talya were still at synagogue. Normally we had coffee and cake for breakfast on Shabbat, but I’d left too early, so there was a piece left for me on the bench.
by Karen Paul Holmes
Why do knots form by themselves? / In my blow dryer cord, / cell phone charger, / dog leashes. / What Boy Scout crept into the dark / to practice right over left / around and through?
by Jodi Picoult
One day when I was seven I came home from school to find that my mother had redecorated my bedroom. My shelf of stuffed animals was gone, replaced with all the books on math and science she had used in college.
by Hélène Cardona
Wind, who yearns to be savored, offers / me three cups overflowing / with eternity, daemon of insight. / The opportune encounter enraptures quintessential / distress, ruffles estranged quietude . . .
by Brett Garcia Rose
My mother took her own life at 1 a.m. on Saturday the thirteenth of some month. I know this because my watch tells me.