Robert Beveridge
The rose bushes around your hut
have grown wild for so long you
no longer remember what topiary
animals they were carved into. All
you remember is that while sand
erodes almost anything,
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You had to tell them I was dead.
Inaccuracy slipped from the side
of your mouth like a moth wing ripped
beneath the window pane.
Read MoreKayla King
Start with a memory and macerate
into the vessel of your choosing. Much prefer
the ornate orca etched into the side
of your mother’s rocks glass.
Read MoreJake Morrow
I was taught to build a fire
square like a house, paper
crumpled in the middle
to start, with room to breathe
Read MoreHailey Siracky
My mom’s best party trick is
planning her funeral. She asks
for Johnny Cash, to be buried
in spandex, for mimosas
when it’s over.
Read MoreMeg Pokrass
This hubby, the current, is pretending to be in love with me so that I’ll stop moping. I cried and told him I would leave. Now he pretends.
Read MoreJaden Rose
Between 12:00 midnight and 1 am,
I fantasize being grated,
arm skin peeling like cheese down to the bone,
isn’t that funny?