The Noon Executions

by Susan M. Gelles
They heard the shots, and the cheers, and every Saturday night they drank to celebrate the everlasting strength of the regime.

Silent Night

by Mary Liza Hartong
Winter was still holding onto spring like a child who refuses to leave her blanket at home.

Thank You, Girls!

by Dvora Wolff Rabino
I’m culling needless items from kitchen, baths, and linen closets. I’m curating friendships. Now it’s your turn to go.

Thirteen

by Rebecca Foust
I was thirteen, and there was a boy’s mouth / where my legs met.