Amy Small-McKinney – Beautiful and Longing to be Known, Amsterdam and Belgium
Beautiful and Longing to be Known, Amsterdam and Belgium How can you change the world if you can’t remember the word? —Eva Gerlach, trans. by P.C. Evans 1. In Van Gogh’s painting the “Olive Grove” his trees are bent and twisted and one a woman’s body the ground below her browns and streaky blacks more […]
Matthew E. Henry – when asked if, as a veteran teacher, I’ve gotten used to it
when asked if, as a veteran teacher, I’ve gotten used to it it says something that I no longer react to a story of a masked gunman shooting up a school or shooting up a church or shooting up a school that is a church or a church within a school or that a pew’s […]
Zachary Kluckman – Chiaroscuro
Chiaroscuro I fill the water with my inky emissions. Invisible life. A heart full of shadows, like Sunday mornings. Brick alley chiaroscuros. I pretend they never find me haunting myself in rain puddles. Never splash myself with dirty water to taste myself. I stopped pressing my tongue to my wounds as a child. There’s only […]
Jared Smith – The Alleys of Home
The Alleys of Home It’s not a game And there are no winners. The scars alone tell you what awaits you. The alley is dark. Waxed papers of pizza roil the shadows tumbling over scraps of Aristotle, Stephen King, soiled pages of the Washington Post. The little light that reaches here reflects from burned out […]
Connie Post – Scuba Diver
Scuba Diver My father would bring home abalone from his scuba diving trips At age five I didn’t really know what it meant or why his black suit hung in the garage but at times I would find his mask and try it on and pretend I could hold my breath for a long time […]
