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Winter Baggage
by Sarah L. Stecher
I grow old / and weigh more. / Loss accumulates / in flesh and bone.
After a Long Indiana Winter, 1964
by Annette Sisson
When winter thawed, Mom and I planted / a garden behind our rental: salvia, / marigolds, morning glories for a trellis, / bachelor buttons.
On the Night We Met, My Father Gave Me Icarus
by Katie Manning
On the night we met, my father gave me Icarus / and a latte. I was made of questions and wore / my mother’s face
Thrice
by K.L. Johnston
Once I chased tornados and climbed rock falls, / shot the rapids in an inner tube, / piled into cars with bad boys
Today I am occupied . . .
by Kurt Luchs
Today I am occupied by the corpses / of the newly dead
Take It
by Justin Hunt
As a young man, in a recurring dream, / I wandered a clear, red-bluff creek.
Outside
by Nicole Guenther
From the porch steps I watch the neighbor girl / skip up to my father, / wrap around his leg like a vine
North by Her Compass
by Carmen Fought
When she can’t sleep, she plays solitaire / (though there’s often an opponent / sitting at the wooden chair across from her)
Sixteen, Salvation
by Nafisa A. Iqbal
Having hurled every last morsel in my stomach / into the sea, seven times over like a cruel parable, / I lie here drifting on the boat
My New House Guest
by Cecil Morris
Grief stands shirtless in boxers at my fridge / and looks as cold air spills over his feet.
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:
You Are Leaving the American Sector
by Rebecca Foust
Open Contests
by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review
