By Katie Vagnino This is what happens when you sign up for a yoga class online and don’t read the fine print. It is an honest mistake, one I realize the moment I enter the studio and am confronted with posters of women smiling blissfully, their hands delicately...
By Heather Graham Those nicks were just normalcy, and burns a bargaining plea for a life that tucked truth away behind hollowed apathy. Hanging hope upon the rope of ambient ambition, she washed out in the white sounds of lack of recognition....
By Ashley Gonzalez Light trickles through cracked walls, dancing with dim shadows over dusty floors. My eyes follow follow follow, Spirit hollow hollow hollow, cleared out years ago by cold hearted foes and rows with Self and Other. Lovers of mine...
Summer is laziness, no routine. This week I even slept until ten. Most mornings I’m in the rooftop hammock with a coffee cup planted securely in the folds of my belly. I look at the infinite sky, at mountains almost as tall as God. Cornfields freshly...
Editor’s note: Winner of Minerva Rising’s inaugural chapbook contest, Two White Beds by Laura Cherry is a collection of poetry that dares. It tells the story of two young Victorian women, Sam and Millie, who fall in love and must then decide how their stories...
