Poems by Sandra Kolankiewicz FollowFollowFollow Masterpiece In the painting, he is about to getwhat each time is his heart’s desire: access, the surge, the insecurity turninginto affirmation, fulfillment, release. Her face shows she feels it too. She is thefruit bowl...
The Women I Remember by Sarah Cooke FollowFollowFollow The Women I Remember I awoke to shoutingand shadows cast by a small fireat the far end of the room.They say memory is a temple to a past best seenwith technicolor eyes. But I remember the storiesabout fires at...
Eye for an Eye by Elaine Sorrentino FollowFollowFollow Eye for an Eye———–post radiation After I silently counted the last “six Mississippi”under the linear accelerator,lowered my armsand rolled off the table,the technician tosseda fistful of...
WHITE BOYS THINK THEY OWN ALL THE CREEKS by Leah Jones FollowFollowFollow WHITE BOYS THINK THEY OWN ALL THE CREEKS But not the mud in the bend of the road creekIt’s the field feedin’...
Infinity Pond by Carol Sadtler FollowFollowFollow Infinity Pond lap upon lap, around and backin sparkling aqua circlesour rhythmic kicks aeratewater into froth—arms dipin synchrony—propeljoy we are beautiful in our blue and greenswimsuits—my younger sister and I—like...