CAREER GIRL BY BRAD JOHNSON
My sister warns me to watch the Barbie
influence on my daughter.
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SUBWAY NOIR BY DAVID BELMONT
I walked left off lower Broadway onto Stone Street. The sign on the window said MTA Customer Service Center. The room looked like my old public school gym, but without the basketball hoops.
Read MoreA GARDEN-GOER’S SESTINA BY NICOLE MURCHISON
She gently stepped over each corn row, early Spring, decay somewhere below, vines like curls on a humid day. Nothing ever flickered, reflecting the dry-south sun; the shiny things were not of the ground, but instead, her mind....
Read MoreI STEPPED INTO A HIERONYMUS BOSCH PAINTING, WOKE UP SWEATING BY VINCENT TOMEO
Hieronymus Bosch
What kind of Catholic are you?
Hands severed from bodies
How can one pray?
SERVICE INDUSTRY COMPLAINTS BY BRAD JOHNSON
If we didn’t need money we wouldn’t have to work
at all, she says, as if capitalism is my fault,
THE FINAL AMBIGUITY OF EXILE BY DAVID ANTHONY SAM
He made himself
a spring wind
to blow with dry rain
across what once was fertile—
WILD DOLL BY JEANINE STEVENS
These legs seem right for running,
a brief escape through late summer.
TRIPLE WORD SCORE BY BRITTANY ACKERMAN
You cross out the score to rework the numbers, while crumbs of muffins spread into a breakfast paste on fingers.
Read MoreBIRDLESS COUNTRY BY JEAN A. KINGSLEY
there in the garden the irresolute footprints
of crafty fox.
Didn’t I see you there,
your tail newly let down?
OUT THE WINDOW OVER THE SINK BY MARIANNE LYON
she methodically scours sticky plates
relics of a hardy meal on meager pension
my tulip Easter dress designed
without a Butterick pattern lays over low stool
Gram lives in two worlds
OBLIVIOUS BY HOLLY DUNLEA
The electricity went out—
winter dusk sat in line,
but I still lit a candle for effect.
THE LONG PLAYING RECORD CAROL MANN
An old house, a Victorian leftover, stood with its sisters on Edgemont Street near Olympic Boulevard in Los Angeles. The once grand lady now offered rooms by the month to the elderly, the diverse, and people looking for cheap rent like Stephen Bowles who maneuvered a used ‘55 Ford Fairlane Coupe, his only possession, into a nearby parking place beside a tall Mexican fan palm, one of many lining the street. It was 3:30 Friday afternoon. He had to hurry. He had an acting lesson at five.
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