Small Body

By Sarah Komanapalli In my apartment I feel small. And even in that smallnessI am intrusive.The light from the window Leans flat against the wall Forming grey rectangles Around the black door frame I am staring at a composition. A wide purple sky behind Sentinel orange electric lights. White blinds as long stripes And a Read More …

A Job Interview Not Aced

By Sean Murley Tell me a bit about yourself.       We all have angel wings,           hidden under wool coats. What is one word that best describes you?      Thousands of normal people lose           their voice daily.      Which means they can’t call          for Superman     ice cream. How would your friends describe your work ability?      They would speak Read More …

Missouri Moses

By Toyosi Begbaaji Our mother waded through, rags floating up right at her waist like Victorian gowns. She held us up above the water, lips moving around silent prayers, around silent pleading. Not mah babies. You ain’t gettin’ mah babies. Our mother shiveredas she crossed that Great Mississippi, boatin sight, arms trembling. She cast a Read More …

Housefly

By Helen Coats      I dizzy my way through infinite deaths — crashing           daily into kitchen sinks, lintskinned under godlikethumbs, or nabbed by a soccer mom’s doll-sized     electric chair on a whitewashed porch, neon violet            humming griddle, sizzle, then reborn — Mother Time harkens to my battle whine,      flung back&back&back,          where I am named impertinentby Aesop     & cholera bomb Read More …

The Crow

By Hollis Druhet Justice contracts, ebbs and recedes in wakeof a tar-feathered crow. grease slicked, its attemptsto take flight are hampered as if by brokenwingtip – its violent talons are cut on sandstoneand fireclay. descendant of Beelzebubwith abalone sight, malignant and desiring…its shrill speech communicates lustful claimsfor grisly pounds of flesh and liver to peck at.

A Whisper

By Hollis Druhet The warmth loosely contained within freshly steeped black tea Mediated by the addition of honey and milk,leads one to contemplate a little getaway, sayAn empty beach, shaded by the propitious sunset.Genial star, touched at midriff by the equivocal ocean,this evening gives birth to a carnelian hue – An amused, passionate color : fluent Read More …

Barbwire Fruit Basket

By Callie Lehman Wrapped in dimpled flesh, Oozing treacly goodness. Stains my fingernails. Pesky strings, leave me! Ripening sloshes the nose. Ring…ring…ring…Yellow? Wafts honeyed syrup, Mocking Pablo Picasso. Sunset in my palm. Fall’s luminescence. Speckled with impurities. Crunchy masticate. Seven-dollar day. Decades of exploitation. I ingest my grief.

Crumbs

By Sarah Culp In vain, I endeavored to make my bed in the stale chambers of your heart, But they could not hold me; you know I am claustrophobic.Cagey, wary, I shrink from the protection of four blank wallsAnd a sturdy roof, for fear that they will bind me in paralysis, That a numbness will Read More …