by John Bennett ... Ask the creamer about our ancestor’s first gathering, a time when things were far from dishwasher safe.
by Kristen Gentry Like I said, Halloween is not about the bag; it’s about the costume and mine’s is real cute.
by Kimi Traube Even when love goes rancid, it’s hard as hell to throw it out.
I could make them smile, I could make them frown, I could even make them laugh, but their eyes always revealed their lack of humanity.
Her hand had no fingers.
by Sal Christ She threw away all the clothing in the closet first: the blue button-downs, the scarves, the shoes tucked into the plastic, over-the-door...
... I am not the only one who is starving in the sea.
by Tomek Jedrowski Everything about it exudes sensuality: the closeness of their bodies in the absence of eye contact, the shine of their polyester shirts,...
"All Through the Dark Night of Your Human Life" by Lisa K. Buchanan & "Activity" by Paul Beilstein
by Heather Wells Peterson Most of the time she loves him with that tug behind her stomach, the one that feels like a hook pulling...
The collective memory of a place and time resides in the place itself.
by Greg Bachar Officer, I'm going to have to write you a poem for that moment of beauty you missed back there.