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by Anna Binkovitz What is the smallest size they make those white canes in?Would it have been better to find out earlier? Isn’t it ironic, the writerwith the broken eyes? Isn’t it ironic,I can’t really do this life alone anymore, and thiswill keep me alone? Will this keep me alone? Love? How do I makeContinue reading “Every Question I Didn’t Ask The Doctors (when they told me at age eighteen that I was losing my sight)”

by Livia Franchini I wake up in the twin bed and my grandmother is in the next oneSleeping uneasily, coming up for airSleeping like she doesn’tNext to her husband of sixty yearsWho is ninety-one and doesn’t sleep eitherNot at night anywayBut will doze off at Christmas dinnerWhen there’s enough people in the roomAnd my grandmotherContinue reading “Playground”

by Leia Wilson she o unfair she o stop your weeping that ugly facewith her hand she stretches forth to minea sickleunloves my failurethis fright that kept me up at night stay away with me. my hands blooded the sheepwith the best peltthe sheep that would have been the best lover i press my body over hisContinue reading “My Broken Slipper Leaves New Splinters”

by Bud Smith Smash me a message in the pin points of all those glimmering far off lights. Got my binoculars, I’m looking. Keeping busy. Taking apart a lamp so we can get light again. Taking the stairs two, three, four at a time. Talking to you on the phone across the world. You sayContinue reading “Here’s A Hammer”

by Maggi Roark Walking alone along a deserted pier in the early morning mist, I heard a frenzy of wings and screeching. Near the top of a lamppost a seagull hung, upside downthirty feet in the air. One yellow foot was tangled in a fragment of fishing lineleft behind among the plastic bagsand bait and stale French fries. Desperate to pull away heContinue reading “The Seagull”

by Emma Rebholz The windows are rolled down,but kept up just high enough so the wind doesn’t send my bangs flying.This requires precision, but you’ve mastered it by now.All those other midnight drives were practice runs for this- the one we will call the last, at least for a little while. Our origin story is two halves ofContinue reading “Cut Along The Dotted Lines”

by Jess Rizkallah sometimes i forget how big my thighs really are. my thighs could kill a man. they could snatch the lightning like a cigarette from between zeus’ fingers. they high five. they’re always high fiving, always stoked about something. they meet each other like a prayer. they’re always praying for something. this is why myContinue reading “They Call Me Thunder Thighs”

by Julia Gaskill My greatest aspiration, when I was five,was to grow up and be a dog.Your faithfulest companion. I walked everywhere on all foursno matter the location.Ballet practice, kindergarten, grocery stores,Sunday school, the pumpkin patch, Goodwill.I made my parents call meLady, Wishbone, Lassie, Porkchop.The life of a dog is easy, after all,so why not?Continue reading “I Will Not Beg For Scraps”

by Barrett Warner My friend Larry Poodle gets out of jailso we throw a “Poodle Broke out of Jail Party.” Just another party at the dump—our duplex—joined at the porch and the tank of oil that warms us in January. A few kegs, and blenders, and late into the eveningbodies fall asleep against anything thatContinue reading “My Friend Larry Poodle”

by Ariana Loss-Cutler HELPI lost my virginity.No, I mean I really lost it andI can’t find it anywhere becauseI don’t have it and I don’tactually remember ever having itbecauseI was never taught that sharing theflesh and sweat of anothermeant that I would losesomething of myselfHELPbecauseI have embraced as many loversas I have years andnot onceContinue reading “Virgin”