Abby Zimet: Heels not Heils
Hijacking the Proud Boys and MAGA Narrative Amidst Ruinous Reality.
Sean Connolly: Sacrifice
You can’t educate a secret. Many defy time and live in the throats of birds chortling about the discovery of the universe, once and always hidden beyond sight.
Meg Pokrass: The Original Life of Bob
Bob’s ego sometimes got stuck and its nobody’s business where.
Peter Makuck: Two Poems
Every summer day was the last I thought,
even before my parents were gone
Sandy Solomon: Ghazal
A night of ghazals comes to an end to fill with birds.
As the sky blues, their calls braid in New Jersey.
Bart Plantenga: How the Soul Remains Miraculously Intact Despite 2000 Rejections
…we must learn to nest in piles of our own rejection slips and somehow effectively grab hold of the levers and buttons that control the means of writerly production…
Adrian Blevins: How I wrote The Brass Girl Brouhaha
I wrote The Brass Girl Brouhaha by tattooing the word WRONG across my heart to help me muster the strength I’d need to argue with a world that wanted me to say “hey, y’all!” in a hill-country accent sipping tea under a dogwood in a pink smock smattered with etchings of ivy.
Michael Simms: Oh God She Says
Oh God she says
The dog has learned to spell
José Alcantara: The National Association of Information Destruction
I bet you think I made that up,that this is some dystopian anti-elegy,
and that I am another Cassandra, bemoaning
a distant, inevitable future, but I saw it,
not ten minutes ago…
Meg Pokrass: Trophy Wife
It was the sound of our lawn, the hiss of sprinklers, that chilled me. That year Jack erected a barbed wire fence to keep the scum out, keep the Mansons away.
Barbara Huntington: What to Do with Nine Twelfths
At the time it seemed a good idea
Dividing his ashes
Video: My Expanded View
A Yoga tutorial. A collapsed body. An expanded view. Peace of mind gone horribly wrong.
Liz Moran: (Harper’s Bazaar)
I watched her for ten long minutes
in Barnes & Noble.
