Crystal Pigs

by Allison Brice
I took my breakup quietly, like a pitiful February rain with no lightning.

My Stepmother, Myself

by Abi Stephenson
She didn’t have to love me. Biology didn’t force her hand the way it does for mothers.

Changing Hearts

by David Watts
I heard for the second time / the news of his heart transplant, / details like a post card from a foreign country

Playground Doctrine

by Myna Chang
In the grit of a 1975 farm town, 9-year-old girls weigh about 60 pounds, even wicked little girls with bad women for mommas.

Ecru

by Oak Morse
We were all one beautiful blend / of mama’s love. My brother, / the color of ecru, the other one / sepia, and me, ebony.