Favonius
All That’s Fit for Letting Go
The Zipper
The Witnesses
Aeaea
The Doctorâs Appointment
Emily as I Offered My Tongue as Bookmark
Mr. MagnetismÂ
An Anniversary
Before I pull off the four-lane highway, I make sure the shoulder is wide. Amish families live in the area. They drive their buggies along this road, and yet, despite the paved shoulder, I pick a spot where an open field seems level enough to take my right-side tires as insurance. When I open the door, there is plenty of ... Read More
Manon, Christophe, and the Sea
Whenever Manon awoke from dreams in which she still played for lâOrchĂšstre Symphonique de MontrĂ©al, the feel of the cello lingered between her knees, and the whitecaps of her lifeâthe echoing arcs of before, during, and after the accidentâcame crashing in her thoughts once more. The instrument remained with her throughout the day like a phantom limb. It was still ... Read More
I mention the deerÂ
THE ODDSÂ
â4/2Â Â 9:10 pm 44Âș Clear
Two Poems by Caleigh Shaw
Appropriate Dress Length
If I was a church-going child in 2021, Iâd be able to find a midi-length skirt or dress, past my knees no problem. I could have saved so much time in the Belk dressing room. When I flipped through the Deliaâs catalogue, I needed a thirty-three inch dress, but all the cute ones were thirty-two. No need ... Read More
Covenant
Fan Fiction: Paradise Lost
The Argument
Sin and Death are guarding the gates of hell when Satan arrives. Sin remembers how she got there, and Satan orders her to open the gates.â Paradise Lost, Book II
âMy babies, oh it hurts!â I cry, as the little hell hounds burst out yet again. They swarm past my face and fly up among the smoky ... Read More
The Northern Lights
Two Poems by Monty Jones
Terms
The affects and the qualia are more than I can manage, I who strive just to keep the lightSenseless Violence
Official and unofficial regrets flitter around, bemoan the way the bullets went, having never tasted life: handmade pasta pressed just
Self Portrait with Tigers
This Is Why I No Longer Eat Chinese Food in NovemberÂ
Itâs 2 a.m. and since Iâm a back sleeper the blood is dripping from my nose down my philtrum over
For Carmenâs Sake
When the police came, Frank was out making a soda run. He had already added seating to the living room,
Less than Frank
Daddy,
Trespass through the fibers of me. Take a red pen and scissors to my diary. Blot out all mention