All There Is by Carrie Vaccaro Nelkin

Silence swells the night. I listen for my father’s voice and wait for streetlights to blink on and off, dead bulbs to blaze as I approach. The moon has spoken to me. This autumn—one death, two deaths, three, four. My memory balks, refusing to expose the numbers lining up, the ones I know, the ones... Continue Reading →

Grandma Ann by Arthur Russell

A clattering sound made me twitch back to see it even though I’d been turning away, but it turned out to be the rod clattering slightly in the towel rack, a sound like the clattering of dishes when the children are jumping, which reminded me of the earthquake, a small one, that rattled the china... Continue Reading →

Big Lorraine by pd Lyons

I dreamed my love had found me my children gathered too put down all their weapons eased their hearts cried their fill then they began to play like they did when they were young and when I woke I’d forgotten all my dreaming days were done. I went down to make the coffee sat by... Continue Reading →

Menarch by Stephanie Simpson

I eye the thin stretch of fabric between my legs. I am just eleven years old, but there it is. Silent tears fall. I have used all the rolls of toilet paper But the red doesn’t stop. I hug myself there in the bathroom until Heavy pounding shakes the door. I stand swiftly and pull... Continue Reading →

Two of a Kind by Tobias Maxwell

I listened to your rantings for so long I began to think they were my own, Indistinguishable—the self from the other, So the chase was set, the escape inevitable. To be locked inside a tirade Changes the poles on your compass— Let loose in too many directions is Just as bad as being stuck, immobile,... Continue Reading →

Out-Spoken by Lynn White

I didn’t silence easily, not even as a child I spoke first and listened later to the embarrassed laughter or pourings of outrage from adult mouths. I resisted my mother’s attempts to quieten me, I knew it would ruin me, arrest my development, curtail my growth, my flowering. So I was ready for you when... Continue Reading →

Chemical Spill by Peter Mladinic

A belowdecks storeroom— bottles and vials spilled from drawers and shelves at sea in rough waters-- was locked three years. Mr. May and Chief Payne said to go down and clean it up. It was like a bunch of dead little birds, the crinkled brown bags, torn cardboard boxes, broken glass, bulkheads and overhead peeling,... Continue Reading →

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