Barbara Crooker: Car Hop
I made seventy-five cents an hour, plus tips. All those shiny quarters. Some went down the throat of the jukebox—96 Tears, What Becomes of the Brokenhearted, Reach Out / I’ll Be There.
July 1, 2024 · 15 Comments
Barbara Crooker: Nearing Menopause, I Run Into Elvis At Shoprite,
The bass
line thumps and grinds, the honky tonk piano moves like an ivory
river, full of swampy delta blues.
February 6, 2023 · 11 Comments
Dawn Potter: Senior Photo, 1982
They say there is a me
who is beautiful but I
snub her in the chalk-dust
hallways, on the bronzed
fields.
April 26, 2021 · 1 Comment
Adrian Blevins: An Ode to the Erection
I sing, for my daughter, of shanks and shafts and the endearing contrast between the mind’s affairs and the body’s undiscriminating inclinations.
February 28, 2015 · 9 Comments
