Ghazal for Emilie Parker by Carolyne Wright
“Ghazal for Emilie Parker” by Carolyne Wright (Newtown, Connecticut: December 14, 2012) He had been teaching her to speak Portuguese So their last words together were in Portuguese. Such simple words that morning: Thank you. Please. I love you, Daddy. All in Portuguese. Then he rode off to work, past winter...
Blood Moon by Elizabeth Jacobson
“Blood Moon” by Elizabeth Jacobson echoes of a hate crime People are made of paper, love affairs, anything that...
How to Get Inside of a Ship That Won’t Let You In by Debbie Urbanski
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Backblast Area Clear by Karen Skolfield
“Backblast Area Clear” by Karen Skolfield “I shot one of those,” I say to Dennis, pointing at the screen. It’s a light anti-tank weapon, a LAW, long fiberglass tube, next to weightless. I was 17 when I picked it up, drill sergeant beside me on the firing line, an instructor guiding this gigantic straw onto my shoulder. Even the small-size uniform looked ridiculous on me. So I have the LAW on my shoulder and...
Nocturne by Charlotte Muse
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Art is my taste for freedom. I drown day and day until I pick up my paintbrush once again. So, somehow, I can tell myself that you’re not stuck in this room and that the canvas is the key.
Nina Salvadoré
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