Asian Woman by Tanya Ko Hong
“Asian Woman” by Tanya Ko Hong “Isn’t it about time Chosǒn (Korean) women lived like humans?” – Na Hye-sok This is what you do with your life: Take what your father gives you food, care, shelter Learn to be a wife cook, sew, maintain your household Obey orders, serve your family, command servants This is what you do with your life: Take what your husband gives you food, care,...
The Bronx: A Love Story by Melissa Coss Aquino
“The Bronx: A Love Story” by Melissa Coss Aquino (excerpt from a memoir) The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in seeing with new eyes – Marcel Proust Whilst the media are saturated with stories of victims, unhappy families, disasters, the family records we keep for ourselves seem to be decidedly lacking anything more than celebrations. Why is this so? Jo...
Body Memories, Keening, Scars by Erin Pushman
“Body Memories, Keening, Scars” by Erin Pushman Once, when I was twenty, injured, and coveting a married man, I sat on the grass in a park that edged up to a lake. Kevin faced me, under a sky deepening to twilight. The beginning of summer. Purple shadows, the infrequent, semi-distant sound of mosquitos. Kevin’s khaki shorts bagged open under his...
Unanticipated Effects of Altitude by Jennifer Steil
“Unanticipated Effects of Altitude” by Jennifer Steil Before you moved to La Paz, you were warned about the dizziness and nausea. You were told not to eat on the plane and to drink coca tea as soon as you arrived. Rest, everyone said. No exercise at all for the first few days. You took these recommendations seriously. Twelve thousand feet demand...
Sustenance by Sarah Russell
“Sustenance” by Sarah Russell When glacial bogs blush with berries it’ll be a hard winter, folks say. He is cutting down a dead pine near the cabin, beetle-killed by drought last summer. His chainsaw knows the hearth’s width without measuring. I went to the orchard on Route 5 and bought peaches for canning. The kitchen smells of sweetness, furry skins sloughed off with blanching, floor juice-sticky. He comes...
Riding Past the Museum of Natural History by Ruth Sabath Rosenthal
“Riding Past the Museum of Natural History” by Ruth Sabath Rosenthal seeing the steps I first took toward infidelity — how far I descended. My lover is history, has been for some thirty-odd years, yet, I remember the nervous excitement still — how unashamed and unnaturally good I’d felt. How beyond stupid, thinking I would scale those highs unscathed — so sure I was just stepping into my husband’s footprints...
Anatomy of a Lighthouse by Rita Anderson
“Anatomy of a Lighthouse” by Rita Anderson ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Rita Anderson Artist Statement: Rita Anderson, a member of Poets & Writers, and The Academy of American Poets, has a MFA Creative Writing and a MA Playwriting. Rita was poetry editor of the literary journal at University of New Orleans, and her debut chapbook, The...
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...
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