Like Bursting Jellyfish Across the Neon Sea Alexandra McAnarney __________ When the first bomb goes off it’s far enough away from home that it’s easy to confuse for a stray thunder burst. The girl, who lies awake as she does most nights since she arrived back in the capital city…
Read MoreKilling the Ingénu Valerie Tirado __________ To escape our blood-soaked land,we rather flock on frays of papier-mâché rafts swallowed whole by tumultuous waves than live where the ironclad hungerfor the metallic taste of censorship. How to distill home from homeland when—as a boy—I was stripped of my mother,handed a rifle & taught to kill…
Read MoreBelow Deck Steve Gerson __________ I am an American, because my grandparents suffered through a voyage below deck. They roiledin tempests. They ate grub-infested cornmeal. They traveled without an itinerary other than anyland would improve their prior status as second-class field workers digging potatoes out of rocks.What would await them?…
Read MoreNo Place to Belong Mohamed Morshed __________ I was in one of those minibuses that looked like giant rats, sitting in the passenger seat, with the two back rows empty, speeding down one of Aden’s coastal roads toward a refugee camp. The Arabian Sea stretched far into the horizon cutting…
Read MoreHow 아빠 Learned English Gina Kim Kotinek __________ He told me while we nursed his favorite scotch on the porch. Rocking in our chairs. Basking in the dusk. Seeing each other under starlight. I asked him what my first word was, not because I didn’t know, but because I liked…
Read MoreLifespan, Lovespan & The Golden Storm Tara Flaherty Guy __________ Lifespan, Lovespan Lucy lies in a splash of late afternoon sun where it slants in through the patio door, warming the carpet and her soft grey fur. It is unseasonably warm for late October, and the patio door is open.…
Read MoreWhat If the Symbol Were a Puppy?, Tinka and the Magic Beans, & Needing Feed Tricia Knoll __________ What If the Symbol Were A Puppy? The puppy promisedits only lifeto comfort, healto the end of each day,attending even night screams. What if it were taught with patiencenot to bite or…
Read MoreIt’s Nice to be Kneaded R. Elliott Martin __________ When we moved into my apartment, spent from the divorce, my furry little buddy kept his distance. Content to be fed and left alone, he was aloof, independent, free. His gray and white fur did not yet cover my shirts, pillow, couch. And the curtains had not been…
Read MoreChloe Goes to College Robbie Gamble __________ Last night I saw the Subaru in my dreams. Now they have dragged my dog bed from the trunk, stuffed it with boxes, tote bags, a duffel big enough to hold three of me. This is not a good sign. Luggage means absence, and though I do…
Read MoreOmelet & Her 77th Michelle McMillan-Holifield __________ Omelet We broke eggs sloppily over a Corelle cup,that little 1977goblet whose greensweren’t leavesbut a censusof mossy splotches, whose pattern of small yolk-yellow flowers was as familiar and delicious a memory as the zingof mustard greensin a grandmother’ssweltering kitchen—her love villagewhere she prayedfor her salvationwhere she prayedfor her babieswhere…
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