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Knotworks

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

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

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

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.
Height Determined by Distance

Height Determined by Distance

by Tommy Dean
We’re in the car again. Dad drunk and playing with the radio from the passenger’s side, his knuckles bruised and swelling. He takes his anger out on the walls.
In the Museums of Heaven and Hell

In the Museums of Heaven and Hell

by Goldie Goldbloom
On either side of the halls of Heaven and Hell are the great glass-fronted cases displaying the glories of this world.
The Faith Healer

The Faith Healer

by Ciera Horton McElroy
We don’t know why he came. Ours is not a big city. There are no stadiums, no conference centers, no airport hotels to fill with hosannas. Instead, he has a folding chair at the farmer’s market.
I Baked a Cake as Big as Our House

I Baked a Cake as Big as Our House

by Anna Mantzaris
I started small. Bite-size cookies, mini brownies, tiny tarts and hand pies a 4-year old could cup like a fragile butterfly.
The Marked Book

The Marked Book

by Sean Gill
The boy begins by saying he has killed a spider, a Goliath among spiders, a monster dangling from the ceiling on a strand of gleaming silk, the grossest thing he has ever seen.
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.

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