DROIT D’AUBAINE BY BRITTANY ACKERMAN
Do you remember when we found all those seashells and packaged them up into wax paper envelopes to send to all our enemies? I took a sand dollar hostage so I could memorize the rough rimmed perimeter.
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PRAIRIE MORNING BY JOAN EYLES JOHNSON
A good poet once told me
A book should end with a click
PEARL BY DUSTIN CULBERTSON
On a map, Shityerself Beach is called Nehalem Bay. But only tourists and parents with young kids use its proper name. To the seasoned locals of Harper, Oregon, it’s been Shityerself Beach for as long as anyone can remember. The story goes that a surfer mythically known as Jackie B. gave Nehalem its flattering nickname in the 1950s
Read MoreLOSING CLEVELAND BY ELISE GALLAGHER
Two days ago Shelia’s husband, Cleveland, went missing. The brown loafers size ten-and-a-half that he wore to work before he got sick sat in the foyer, the left shoe slightly ahead of the right. His gray drawstring sweatpants were lying in the hallway and his sweatshirt was out on the front porch, draped over the rocking chair. The glass with the chipped rim stood on the kitchen table, pulp from the orange juice he drank the morning he went missing dried and glued to the inside.
Read MoreFIRST IMPRESSION BY VINCENT TOMEO
I did not want to run away.
So, I read a poem to a bag lady by a water fountain in a park.
Thank you, she said
MAKING STRAWBERRY JAM BY JOAN EYLES JOHNSON
Only the plumpest will do for this job
Firm yet yielding to a pinch just soft
Enough with promise of juice inside
LACONIC BULLS BY PAUL SOHAR
when bulls are fighting butterflies
there’s nothing else for you to do
but unbind the tricky clock that ties
you to the horn of an impromptu
RETURN BY FLETA VINCENT
When your voice
descended like an eagle’s
premeditated drop
without sound,
dead lived
Night in a Village By Sophia Harrod-Kim (8 years old)
Imagine a place where roots stay in water but the branches go up to the wild blue yonder. Sophie is 8 years old and lives in Maine. She likes to draw and write stories and...
Read MoreFEEDING PRAYERS BY VALERIA KOGAN
Your mouth yearns to taste me long after I’m gone.
Read MoreWISH BY CRAIG RONDINONE
I wish I was in your shoes and owned your shoes.
I wish I had a pet to worry about taking out.
I wish I had a girlfriend to break up with.
I wish I had a car that could break down.
BURN BY PRESCOTT JUDD
you cannot
blame him
for being the first boy
that carried matches
