Hymnal, Linda Ravenswood
Hymnal by Linda Ravenswood And there she was — on Broadway between 49th and 50th — and you know what that means, even if you don’t know the city you can still feel it — because New York is...
Bracelets by G. Evelyn Lampart
Bracelets by G. Evelyn Lampart Sophie is wearing bracelets – I can hear them jangling. I can’t take my eyes off her face to look at them because she’ll think she isn’t interesting. That would break her stream of confidential I am special speak. She is talking non-stop again. About herself. Herself as a woman who is jealous of younger women, the 25-year-olds, with privilege, and with trust funds. I understand. I tell her...
we should have by Carrie Nassif
we should have By Carrie Nassif we, the sisterhood of barbed wire museums who among us isn’t a collection of prickly, of misused connections of twisting pointed links crafted by thumb and elbow-grease once wound-tight-over-driftwood wires long since uncoiled from their uprights those fence-mending callouses all smoothed away with time it was yellow polaroids ago water over rocks under bridges we should have lassoed...
Open or Safe by Laura Grace
“Open or Safe” by Laura Grace When she decided to go back, it opened again. The stitches popped in response to that final thought, that, I miss her more, moment. She went to the hospital the next day. She needed to be closed before she could make that phone call and she wanted to be sewn up before she began to pack herself back in. The doctor fingered the would-be scar. “This is a strange happening,” he...
Without Turning by Sandy Gillespie
Without Turning by Sandy Gillespie She feels him curve against her back. She knows he is awake, his hand moves with purpose, traces hip, thigh. Settles. She feels his beard on her neck; she wants to roll toward him, offer breasts to hungry eyes. The weight of her beak holds her. From behind, he cannot see feathers sprouted on her brow. He breathes greedy accusations. She opens her mouth but doesn’t turn to him,...
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