Café Des Artistes by Sally Taylor Tawil
“Café Des Artistes” by Sally Taylor Tawil her first sips of the Chateau Margaux surprised— slid velvet down her white throat edged with tinier, whiter pearls. finest vintage ever produced, he promised— what are promises but the succulent heady swollen majestic fullness of the purple grape before it is ravaged from its vine broken squeezed compromised entirely unrecognizable...
When a Ghost Touches Your Body by Kristi Carter
“When a Ghost Touches Your Body” by Kristi Carter We wanted what any young couple wants: to have sex and for everything to be simple. But it wasn’t so. The river freezes over in winter and the washcloth dries twisted, like a ghost, after it touches your body—coiled in dermis and soap. I’d like you to have a picture of me looking the way I caught myself in the mirror today—my hair askance as if...
I Promise I’m Always Careful by Alethea Alden
“I Promise I’m Always Careful” by Alethea Alden Jess throws her phone across the bed. It’s midnight and her husband’s phone has been going to voicemail for two hours. Sam texted earlier saying he had to work late, so when he wasn’t home at ten, she wasn’t surprised. When his phone had gone to voicemail, she’d wondered if he took the tube instead of riding his bike since it was raining, but...
Schrodinger’s Wife Sells the House by Jennifer Campbell
“Schrodinger’s Wife Sells the House” by Jennifer Campbell I am ready, a locomotive hurtling a star already shooting a lunar eclipse set in motion He is stuck in a half-state the house with dwindling half-life all there and not-there, at once It’s all I can do to find a box that’s just a box. And the cat’s been holed up in the wall for days I’m thinking outside of it now The house is a box and we are...
Co— by Jennifer Campbell
“Co—” by Jennifer Campbell ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Jennifer Campbell Artist Statement: Jennifer Campbell is an English professor in Buffalo, NY, and a co-editor of Earth’s Daughters. She has published two books of poetry: Supposed to Love (Saddle Road Press, 2013) and Driving Straight Through (FootHills, 2008). Jennifer was a semi-finalist...
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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