Kate Wright __________ Love Teeth In some Korean traditions, wisdom teeth are called “Love Teeth” because they come during adolescence and hurt like a first love. They come, as if out of nowhere, edging their way into your life slowly. First, a tingle, a hum, a buzz that radiates through…
Read MorePost Extraction Juleigh Howard-Hobson __________ It’s not simply the matter of the tooth coming out. There’s the gap, the open gum, the hole where there used to be a wall of solid teeth. You’ll never eat food again the same way, there will always be the blank space that no…
Read MoreA Typical Day in the Life of Love JC Reilly __________ Love crawls from a holelike a mouse in the pantry;beware its droppings. Love seeks its shadow behind its back but can’t turn fast enough to see. Love hangs its sheet ona line in the morning sun.It snaps with the…
Read MoreRachel Pittman is a PhD candidate at Georgia State University where she teaches composition. She holds an MFA from McNeese State University. Her writing has appeared in miniskirt mag, Whale Road Review, Gingerbreadhouse, & Grimoire Magazine.
Read MoreEverything Lynne Schmidt __________ A husband hears of his family’s death when their bodies make the front page of American newspapers. He recognizes their clothes, their luggage, before the jagged knife of realization sets in. And then he recognizes his wife, his daughter, his son, his dogs. He cries, “They…
Read MoreIt has been a decade ago
when we had our first dance.
In what took the semblance of,
crepuscular happenstance.
is it too tender to kiss? Hannah Rousselot __________ I.in the past, i always held my wounds outgaping and red, hoping someone would noticeand want to kiss me better. many tried, but none could re-knitmy skin, my heart, my brain togetherwith strands from their own body.i had to do it…
Read MoreWhat Fancied Her Rikki Santer __________ If a toilet seat can be a lyre& applause stored in a box then this is the story of a believer—your closet in the candy-colored language of clown—you witha pimiento center & comfortable as a sock, never ruffled or lacybut blooming in tie-dye spider…
Read MoreCourt Castaños __________ Burn Rising Yesterday, Blake asked me, what are you doingwith your hands today? I opened them, read:too clean, too dry. And remembered thesehands, just seven years old,aimed for his eye, glasses and all, sockedit red, puffed, like a burn rising.Blake Gollmer, my best friend, and his betrayal:an…
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