Sermon on the Rocks by Vicki Nyman It always began when Mommy suddenly stood, her upper-middle-aged body rising from the sofa to hover above me, distant as the ceiling of a Gothic cathedral. The nave we called our living room would be rocked by seismic forces: the...
Won’t Not by Laura Leigh Morris I scan the room for Charlie’s blue overalls, waiting for him to pop from behind a bookshelf or from within the play kitchen. A group of two-year-olds tumbles over one another on the story mat, none of them Charlie. More dance...
Turn Back the Clock, But Only for an Afternoon by Martha Clarkson The first thing their email said was “your letter moved us to tears.” I had typed the letter on my father’s old Smith-Corona and enclosed ten reprints of various photos of the house where I was born. I...
2 Poems by Luciana Jazmín Coronado + translated by Allison A. deFreese Omen You foresee the birds,the colorof their freshly-laid breasts.They whisper in your ear:here and thereno longer exist.You take care nowso no handful of earthever starves in your hands. Augurio...
My Body Is A Jungle Gym by Polley Poer You know the drill—everybody is anything My body is a cave My body is a pork roast— bodybodybody— There are children in my heartplaying tag one finds anotherin crash position because the sun’sdoing that thing...
