Ann Wallace
She will never tell you
but the girl who shrugs
away from your touch,
who faces you
with chin down, eyes up,
slips from sight
as all eyes are watching,
feels anything but coy.
Matan Gold
My grandmother was born in D.F. but grew up in Cuba. Her father owned a sugar factory. He had strong arms and an elegant mustache. It was a life of tropical birds.
Read MoreJessica Mehta
I packed my mom in Tupperware
from the dollar store. She always wanted
to go to the Bahamas, even before
she’d gone to sand—before her bones
could be mistaken for broken
shells.
Ann Wallace
His grandmother snipped the wild
pink tea roses for my corsage
from the bush by the gravel
driveway…
John Grey
The farmer was out mending fences.
Anything broken or buckled or rotted
was his domain.
Zack Martin
Two days into a cold snap I made steel-cut oats for breakfast. It was the kind that takes 30 minutes and a lot of stirring to make. I had woken up early since I slept alone that night.
Read MoreZack Martin
Because in the beginning there was
“this deer was alive not 12 hours ago
now get your tickets and feed your family tonight.”
Megan Paranich
The ice in the window melted itself into teeth,
like a sea monster left their dentures in my kitchen.
James Gifford
Bold Brazilian Lisa
behind the bar,
Jonnie’s Scottish singularities—
bored with Traditional,
Honey-Brown hopes of Hoegaarden
tap eternal.