3 Poems by Emily Van Kley Queen of the Night 1. I am ravenous for the indistinct, that way my hunger keeps. Outside, the tulips promised black emerge lick-red, gnarled, as if the insides of bodies were meant for display, as if I wanted something regular...
Snake Soup by Shem Lim Sijing was hungry. The air was cool and still. She tasted dust, smelled spent explosives. There was ringing in her ears and blood soaking into the fabric of her clothes. She felt no pain, however, and contemplated the arrival of death as she...
You Must Be Present To Win by Carl Page I’m sneaking up on the Bluebird Café, which will be on my right any minute now. I don’t want to get out and just stare at the blue awning and the storefront windows like a gawking tourist or some kind of deranged stalker, so...
Good Girls by Kate Brennan The light outside feels punitive, like a cop flashlight. Or God. Nina laughs when I tell her this later because she doesn’t believe in God. Or cops. I haven’t made up my mind about either one, but I do know that that’s what sunlight feels...
Saving Daylight by Sarah Carson On the drive home from her after-school karate class, mydaughter and I have the windows open for the first time sincethe trees still held their color. The city bus stops are gilded withthe glint that only appears...
