Knotworks

by Terry Trowbridge
The shortest unit of time in my life / was the space between undoing one shoelace / and about to undo the other.

Bulimics Go to the Gas Station

by Chloe Cook
It’s Sunday, which means instead of eating in the cafeteria, one unlucky counselor (sorry, Jamie) must lead our small recovery circus to an undisclosed location for food.

Two Poems

by Sheree La Puma
Give me silence & sadness, a taste of citrus swallowed after a shot, something bitter like daughters who have parted ways.

Confession

by Hayden Saunier
I fell in love with a field of rye. / It happened this spring for the first time and I am not young.