the women hide/when the masquerade comes out by Honora Ankong
Saturdays spent harvesting husks of corn
and tubers of cassava…
Category: Spring 2018 Lit
The Surgeon by Ryan Piper
Now by Jessica Clifford
Let us find temptation
Grasp its oily surface
Claim it for ourselves.[…]
A Sober Drunk Ode to Whatever by Bek Brannock
For God with God
soft prayer stale Communion
one cracker for His body
one bottle of $7.99 Flip Flop wine for mine[…]
The Trembling Thread by Asha Gowan
Coasting
on a thread that trembles
untethered from our gauzy womb,[…]
Where it’s night forever by Ali Ismail
they divvy into tribes
in order of paleness—
the fairest
bear a gory transparency.[…]
Listen and Obey by Daniel Johnson
I am tired and starving
Hold reunions at the shore.
My limbs are cut,
Bloody, bleeding my core.[…]
i will be this way by Michael Petit
i am
soft as summer clay
tilled after sunny shower[…]
The Audition by Caroline Galdi
Amanda’s violin complemented her. It seemed the perfect size, as if it had been made for the space under her chin. “It fits you so well,” I’d told her once. “You could be, like, a violin model.”[…]
Read MoreToll by Caroline Galdi
did I fear the sound of my own voice?
I was the bell that told the dogs to drool,
tongue clapping against the sides, a
discordant clash. […]