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Baruch November: A Gift in the Shallows of the Sea

One night, on Riis Beach,
years ago, I suddenly
proposed to your mother
in the moonlight

August 8, 2024 · 6 Comments

Video: Hair Tie, Egg, Homework Books

As a model student in her elementary school, 11-year-old Lin Yuqi is assigned to give a speech about her family at the Parent’s Meeting tonight. But after Lin finds out that she shares the same secret with a mischievous classmate, she starts to have second thoughts.

June 22, 2024 · 3 Comments

Desne A. Crossley: O Rosie Girl

it was one thing for a white man to bed a black woman, but unthinkable that he would marry her. And it was commonplace for a black woman to be forced to open her legs to her employer or his sons. But Martha married white and returned home with the man!

April 23, 2024 · 8 Comments

Wally Swist: Three Poems for Tevis

I discover what remains
is the light that shines through

March 17, 2024 · 14 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

James Davis May: Out Too Far

His wife, he’ll find out later, is worried
he hates them. How to tell her
that he sometimes doesn’t know how
he’s ended up in bed?

May 17, 2023 · 10 Comments

Wally Swist: The Caregiver

the depth of bad
feeling is in proportion
to how good we are

April 19, 2023 · 6 Comments

Valerie Bacharach: Chaos

There is no word for parents who have lost a child. Our language is chaotic. We are not widowed or orphaned. We are without, we are incomplete.

March 10, 2023 · 16 Comments

James Davis May: Hot Sex

she asks him,
resigned panic in her voice, Did you
slice one of those serranos into the guac?

February 14, 2023 · 17 Comments

Song of Songs, Canticles 1-8

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys[….]
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

February 12, 2023 · 14 Comments

Elizabeth Gargano: Why We Should Try Talking to the Dead

After my father’s death, my mother kept talking to him.

November 18, 2022 · 8 Comments

Carol Frost: Scorn

How had they not been wounded? And wounded they’d convalesced in the same rooms
and bed.

October 17, 2022 · 3 Comments

Wayne Karlin: Because You Are Not Here

Because you are not here
you are always here

October 11, 2022 · 10 Comments

Carol Frost: Now Soon

Father and mother time to rise up put away the dark
give back to him more than he can ever use give what is
not his to have what he never knew he knows and all he feels

September 5, 2022 · 8 Comments

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