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So Slow That It Sounds True
by Vanessa Tamm
You remember running barefoot on a long road that spiraled down a mountain, and the road was wet, and bits of gravel cut into your soles.
Metastasis
by Ja’net Danielo
Our lives are a series / of black gaps. Someone I love is dying & this is what / I say to myself, not knowing what it means.
Capturing the Scent of Rain
by Karen Paul Holmes
Our ancestors taught us to love / the scent because we need rain / to survive
Lullaby for My Brother
by Carmen Fought
When I listen for your heart / I listen with my hands, / I listen with a hand on your chest
You or Someone You Know
by B.A. Van Sise
I like the South. It’s America’s side porch: a great place to hang out, watch the world go by, stay dry when a rainstorm hits as you watch and whisper we needed this.
What to Make of a Diminished Thing
by Laura Ruby
People ask how I feel these days but / my tongue is both too sharp and too tender.
If I Ever Have a Daughter
by Chris Atkin
If I ever have a daughter I hope she knows / that even though her father’s bones / are made of mountains, in these hands / she will find nothing but softness
Wondrous
by Sarah Freligh
My mother is crying again, and we’re laughing / at her because we know nothing of loss and its sad math
Lobotomy
by LaVie Saad
It’s a traditional house, because every morning when the sun rises, when sweet yellow rays reach to kiss our bronze skin through the hand-sewn curtains and double-paneled windows, they only find mine.
Things Are Different Now
by Karen McIntyre
Every morning, I make a neat grid with 10 perfectly square boxes, each square worth 100 calories, and that’s what I get for the day.
It all began around a campfire…
Beautiful language
is meant to be heard as well as read, and in fact words were vocalized eons before they were ever committed to clay or parchment. Storytelling began around campfires. We seek prose and poetry that continue the tradition.
Contributor Spotlight:
Love and Hot Chicken
by Mary Liza Hartong
Open Contests
by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review