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Rose Mary Boehm: Poinciana and then some

Green canopies aflame with
an unreal red, lit by the dying sun.
Yonhi in the plastic chair, blue baseball
cap pushed back. He’s seen it all.

January 30, 2026 · 18 Comments

Toi Derricotte: My great teacher, Galway Kinnell, taught me: “Speak the unspeakable.”

My father taught me:
You have to break the bones
To get to the heart

August 9, 2024 · 12 Comments

Barbara Crooker: Diorama

Mother stands by the stove, waiting
to serve. Father has tamped down
his anger for the night.

April 5, 2024 · 9 Comments

Tony Gloeggler: Some of the Things

Bean once told me, he never 
hit a woman, as if it was a big
accomplishment.

February 13, 2024 · 5 Comments

Rebecca Gordon: The Hamster Wheel of War

On Ending Dreams of Revenge in Israel, Palestine, and Elsewhere

November 29, 2023 · 4 Comments

Corrine Clegg Hales: Her Husband Wants Her Back

Marge has run again, hiding out
at one neon motel after another
with her three small children.

October 14, 2023 · 17 Comments

Amy Small-McKinney: Neighborhood

What do I know?
Anna with red wings that opened for me and hovered over the houses of bullies.
She is dead now too.

July 17, 2023 · 6 Comments

Joy Gaines-Friedler: Domestic Violence

When she said,
      this wasn’t supposed to happen to me,
a tray crashed—I heard someone laugh
(at my own failed marriage?)

August 23, 2021 · 5 Comments

Jennifer Johnson: A Haunting Novel of Childhood Trauma

The novel takes a hard look at how children who endure growing up in dysfunctional families, suffer dire consequences and are left to a lifetime of personal struggles.

July 9, 2021 · Leave a comment

Video: Balcony

In a neighbourhood rife with racial tension, a local girl falls for a recent immigrant who is the victim of prejudice and shame.

December 15, 2019 · Leave a comment

Diane K. Martin: Love Before Breakfast

He would give her something to cry about.
If she knew what was good for her,
she would do something with her hair.

November 3, 2019 · Leave a comment

Video: My Dead Dad’s Porno Tapes

Was my father’s leftover stuff the key to who he really was?

June 16, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sandra McPherson: Drunkard’s Path

From the table I selected a Big Book:
“The more hopeless he feels, the better.”

June 3, 2019 · Leave a comment

Lindsey Royce: No Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

You opted for the straight fuck, lust with no intimacy & mind-game mystery, even though you tried to please. I loved dearly the illusion you were, mannish boy as John … Continue reading

January 29, 2018 · Leave a comment

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