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Poetry

Hunting Season

Adrie Sim May 2017

I gather elderberries by the river. Last year, these purple-black fruits rotted on my counter – I was in the ER, clenched with pain and cold under ten blankets and by the time they opened me there was a liter of blood to take, one slender branch and th …

Poetry

The Salt

Adrie Sim May 2017

A terrible blessing – to be laid open to the bone, where the marrow trembles and sings with all the griefs, known and unknown, mine and yours. I have wanted a field where animals could graze, where I could lay down in the long grasses. If this careful …

Poetry

Suppose You Do Change Your Life

Susie Patlove May 2017

            In conversation with Rilke and Ocean Vuong What if getting old is traveling backward, regaining your first eyes, your portion of blood and bone no longer scaled with wound. Suppose you awake without your skin, all your senses felled by slee …

Poetry

Forest from the Night Before

Susie Patlove May 2017

                                     for Les The wood is entered from a settled place, its darkness a murmur that hangs like threads of time, vines indescribably local yet never seen before. A pond, perhaps vernal, seems to hold everything I do not kno …

Poetry

El Paso

Susie Patlove May 2017

Cowpokes spun lasso diction across a white girl’s youth. Storefronts seemed larger than they were just as what I presented was flat. A mustache on one man’s lip stood for passion, on another’s meant death. What was I to do with the heavy weight of skir …

Poetry

Irresistable

Amy Laprade May 2017

Cool like the Virginia waterfalls his eyes undressed her and yet, his stiff smile demanded such reverence from her. Rust-gold like the hawkweeds of summer, his eyelashes, cast fringed shadows on his cheeks whenever he closed his eyes… freckles floati …

Poetry

Rain

David Nielsen May 2017

It was our third date, today, we dated, I think it was a date, we had lunch, we talked, we argued. I thought about falling in love with you, considered that you might   never fall for me, ordered bacon and eggs on croissant, the same as you and kn …

Poetry

A As In Forgetting

Tzivia Gover May 2017

The cousin of aleph and ayan and name and creation, A for the apple, on the branch in the garden The one you know well, with the snake and the tree. A for forgetting, as in Alzheimers, aphasia, and anonymously me.   Believe me, it’s true: In the b …

Poetry

Your Yearbook Picture

Daniel Hales May 2017

Wearing a smile the photographer chose in your yearbook picture and the wistful faux-fencepost-leaning pose in your yearbook picture. An old barn, a covered bridge, and a hickory with a rope swing: quaint country backdrop complete with scarecrows in yo …

Poetry, Young adult writers

Silk and Slips and Green Paper

Karina Jha May 2017

your footsteps echoed when you walked through hallways. gold soaked the walls and diamonds dripped from the sky. you never knew of desire, for its screams were muffled with silk and slips of green paper; piling up into mountains and molehills that you …

Poetry, Young adult writers

Propelled Bones

Clarissa Pollard May 2017

I’m contemplating the height of your window and the thickness of the skin on the inside wall of your thumb. I cannot quite place the growth of your smile as it expands over rocky valleys and causes fossils to be reborn. I am swimming in a pool of jelly …

Poetry, Young adult writers

Contemplations

Clarissa Pollard May 2017

We are working in boxes stacked up on wire, pulling our eyes closer together. I’m writing you to confess to my failures as I brew in the cracked tea pot on the window sill, Teetering between the snow and a steamy room with two moon faces. Let’s have a …

Fiction

My Grandmother’s Hands

K C Smith May 2017

Grandma placed her tiny, gnarled hand on my face. Her skin was soft and crinkly like tissue paper as she rubbed my cheek. She looked at me with a familiar sweetness that slackened my rigid posture. Even as my 6-foot frame dwarfed her petite body, I was …

Fiction, Young adult writers

Epilogue

Angela Lindop May 2017

Equis swore sharply under their breath as their shoe caught on some sharp bit of metal twisting from the floor, scuffing the leather off their boots and knocking them off balance. “You okay?” Yi called back from the entrance of the old hallway. “Peachy …

Non-fiction

Riding The Waves Off the Deep End

Riding The Waves Off the Deep End May 2017

  “Well, your brother’s gone off the deep end…” my mother sighed, with an undercurrent of anxious resignation. She had called me from a random hotel in New Jersey, not the kind of place she would ordinarily hang out, but extraordinary circumstan …

Poetry

Raymond

Cindy Snow May 2016

No pleasure in meat, dairy, sugar, white flour, nor in novels, military history, science fiction, or organized religion. He’s not without reverence– Cecil Taylor, Allen Ginsberg, glacial erratics. He curses when he loses traction, skins his knee. “Age …

Poetry

70 Soles

Katherine Baughman May 2016

estremezco del brillo de cuerpo en cuerpo del brillo del frío de cuero de ante parezco sencillo soy cuerpo en cuerpo mi tribu me cerca son sobrevivientes y yo sobrevivo con tribu y cuerpo y bajo del combi ya sola de nuevo Translation: I shiver from the …

Fiction

A Shoe

Kendra Kain May 2016

A shoe hung from the gutter. Caught by its white laces, the shoe didn’t move. It was like a rabbit held by the ears. The woman didn’t know how it got onto the roof of her house. It hadn’t been there yesterday. She was sure of it. It certainly wasn’t he …

Poetry

Dead Reputations

Michael Foran May 2016

He had been in a hell of a fight like being kicked twenty times in the head. Of course, he would know, like that time coming out of Driscoll’s, fighting those three guys from the flats, the tall one saying, This stupid shit won’t stay down. But they ju …

Poetry

Auto-suggested Smart Phone Poems

Maya Williams-Russell May 2015

Here are some Auto-suggested Smart Phone Poems, which are written using the Notes app available in most smart phones. To create these kinds of poems, open the Notes app and proceed to “add a note.”  The text editor that pops up not only offers a keyboa …

Poetry

The Lonely Zanate

Lillian Ralph Jackman May 2015

Look at the lonely Zanate, pecking at his own enamored reflection in the dusty window of the room where I slept for seven days in the house of my lover’s wife.   Dear lover of poetry, farmer, family man; what happens when the lonely Zanate pecks t …

Poetry

What I Have From You

Lillian Ralph Jackman May 2015

A jar of pork fat from the small pig your rancheros slaughtered for New Year’s Eve. El aceite del chancho, miraculously slid through Atlanta customs. The same nebulous color of the clouds of Peñas Blancas, suspended somewhere between a solid and a liqu …

Poetry

Sawmill River

Alice Thomas May 2015

I can’t forget any part of it water tumbled its gush down the white-lined course trying to stay in boundaries of wood and rock mammoth juts of history teased my eyes along its busy track of black so even birds couldn’t land then a strong curve of power …

Non-fiction

Across the Room From Sally Bellerose

Damon Hastings December 2014

On a warm, slightly overcast Tuesday morning at the end of November, I go to the Haymarket Café in Northampton to meet with local writer Sally Bellerose. She’s the author of the acclaimed 2011 novel The Girl’s Club and numerous short stories, mostly in …

Non-fiction

The Crispiest Apple

Morgan Broadfoot December 2014

My mother is an escort and an adult-actress, not a prostitute, call girl, hooker, whore, porn star, or streetwalker. Yes, she has a website and no, you can’t have the address. An escort doesn’t trade money for sex. She makes her living exercising the c …

Non-fiction

Thanatos on the Rocks

Morgan Broadfoot December 2014

The refuse of my disease isn’t orange pill bottles or syringes. You won’t find used needles or vials on the floor or in my pockets. You won’t find anything, but if you could, you’d see only fat bottles—emptied. The big bottles wait for me at the store. …

Poetry

Aching Sawtooth & Other Haiku

Ed Rayher December 2014

 headless nails declawed hammer aching sawtooth * new health card break a leg outbreak of smiles * passionaectomy poisonberry soup gallstone fence * sculpted abs rottenstone belly chiseler’s mark * first gasp last legs back to back * overhead I underfo …

Fiction

Saturday Night Book Club

Wilson Roberts December 2014

“I need a good book.” Mary Jane Russell stared at the graying part at the top of her mother’s head, a dull line between the tightly permed blonde curls on the rest of her head. They were in Betty Russell’s dining room having their Friday night tuna, eg …

Non-fiction

Blame It On Bad Luck

Jeffrey Rogers December 2014

 “How long are you back for?” It was a question I would be asked a million and one times. “Are you home for good?” was only asked about half a million. “No,” I would tell them. “I’m only home for about two weeks. I go back at the end of the month.” The …

Fiction

My Grandmother’s Wings

Wilson Roberts December 2014

My grandmother had a Bakelite Philco radio, model 48-250, brown with gold numerals on the dial. Its five tubes received the AM band and operated on 115 volts. I remember little about her, just that she wore black dresses with small white polka dots, pu …

Poetry

Will Anyone Harbor a Broken Poetess?

Willow Delyon December 2014

Book-skimming is a bit like brushing fingertips across the face of the ocean. You caress a page and probe no deeper. Turn to the art tomes when words go from chime-clear to brassy. By the window of the bookhaven perches the kind of woman you don’t ask …

Poetry

Blade to the Wrist

Kelandra Hurd December 2014

He paints a picture with a slow precision Every stroke a product of his weighted thoughts He drags the brush across the canvas with a gasp and his breath rushes out making barely a whisper He is an artist who sits with one fist curled as he captures hi …

Poetry

Fighters

Michael Foran December 2014

The click, click of old Irish gold and wedding ring passed from nurse to hand, after a tug over a knuckle cracked and rooted in the past like an old ground stump.   Across the dance floor, at the Heidelberg bar, after a stranger’s slap to the ass …

Poetry

Price of Beauty

Kelandra Hurd December 2014

What beautiful eyes you have. Look how gorgeous you are. Do you have a boyfriend? Oh, you’ll be a heartbreaker. Little girl grew up surrounded by praise, Words that kept her warm, even on rainy days. Looking in the mirror, she saw what they did, A beau …

Fiction

Baltra

Katie L. Fitzgerald May 2014

I am perhaps the only professional artist to ever be hired for a job at a scientific research firm. The offer came in the form of an email from my high school friend Damaris. “I need my right brain,” she’d written as the subject line. That was our high …

Fiction

The Salt of the Earth

Jacob Powers May 2014

The boy is burning in the front seat of the pickup. The sun feels too close to the earth, and the heat rises like gasoline fumes from the rust-colored hood—the kind of heat that keeps the birds from singing and makes the gun dogs dig ditches in the yar …

Poetry

Snow Angels

Laura Rodley May 2014

Where fly the angels, the angels carried here by the lightness of snow, where fly their feathery wings their soft knowing hearts their prayers they say for us and the ones they answer. Where fly the angels that dance in the flurries sideways, upside do …

Poetry

The Field

Andrew Clark May 2014

I love this green field! It’s forest green.               Never before have I seen such greenery. I love this green field! The deer feed heavily in this field. Turkeys are chasing each other around. I love this green field! The coyote watches the turke …

Poetry

Burn

Maria Luisa Arroyo May 2014

Mere feet from fire station, the Big Y thief burns an old couple in their bed. Cut throats, empty wallets, then burn. Mami shoves some chicken into microwave. Twenty minutes on high. Papi’s pollo scorches,her fingertips burn. Jahn Foundry explosion. No …

Poetry

Soldier-You, Exile-You

Maria Luisa Arroyo May 2014

The more you shared memories that broke off inside you, the longer I stayed every time you hit me. At nineteen, I thought that was love. Soldier-you smoked opium to forget boys, whose high-pitched voices chimed about promises of bikes, rice above ratio …

Poetry

Ode to the Crumb

Carolyn Cushing December 2013

Speck of cheese, dot of bread, slivered hint of once pie. They stir up our hunger, send a flare down desire’s dark hole, invite us to rise up again from here. A crumb of bird humming contends, hungry, with the bee. Green-back glow and the long beak sne …

Non-fiction

Gunpowder Green with Jedediah Berry

Daniel Desrochers December 2013

A few weeks ago, I sat in the Fresh Side in Amherst, ruminating over the tea choices. Local author and professor of creative writing at Bard College, Jedediah Berry, was meeting me there to talk about writing and his very successful novel The Manual of …

Fiction

Running with Dogs

Alexis Connolly December 2013

Mid November in the January Hills, hunting ends at sundown. Shotgun season for deer wouldn’t begin for another two weeks, the shortest days and darkest nights of early December. Valerie and Jim drove their mismatched, rowdy pack of dogs into the hills …

Poetry

Dad by Wind Chimes by Dad

Dennis Finnell December 2013

Like—who?—a Zennist Who is lit up by a chunk of the mundane— Shinkichi Takahashi eternally burning seeing the baby’s Turd afloat in the communal bath— I’m walking past the greyhounds’ owners’ house When a tinkling chord from their portico Boards me. I …

Poetry

Hide and Seek

Dennis Finnell December 2013

In those days change was law. After the day’s lawn faced the sky blue speech, Or its parade of clouds rolling like floats east, It looked up at one or two stars, Bordered by the two darkening maples and one big willow. The lawn had no eyes, but the diz …

Poetry

Radioactive Girlfriend

Michael Doherty December 2013

Red hot isotope spit’n mama Baby you glow in the dark Entropic activity stirs a switch Half-life flesh ignites subliminal twitch Synaptic hormonal chain reaction Turgid particle accelerator raised for action Burning fire of unquenchable quantum desire …

Poetry

White Queen

Anonymous December 2013

If you make Your decision How am I to argue? A Mite with no knees. But I beg a plea That will go heard or unheard. The Moon gleams White And has no record for Keeping score But crosses in Her timely fashion As the Spider whirls its thread For foster fl …

Fiction

The Visit

April Albrecht December 2013

Cool air wakes her abruptly. The neck of her oversized cotton nightgown has fallen, revealing a mass on her chest that protrudes like an awkward third breast. She is hardly aware of it but for a familiar lethargy that lingers within her. She looks down …

Non-fiction

Rocket City, USA

Greg Kendall December 2013

My father, a career IBM man, was one of myriad late-1960’s NASA-related personnel contracted in the effort to beat the Russians to the moon, and a few months in “I Dream Of Jeannie”-era Cocoa Beach was just part of the drill. It remains amazing to me h …

Poetry

Still Life

Janet MacFadyen December 2013

The mother of all storms is upon us. We are taken aback, our skirts blow up. We show our panties, bad girls all of us, march off to school with our lunch boxes open. Do you want my apple? Do you want my pear? See all the fruit for the taking, piled hig …

Fiction

I Love My Beard

Ross Durrence December 2013

Officer, I’ve told you exactly what happened. I’ve been here all day and, frankly, I don’t appreciate being treated like a criminal. Now, I’ve answered all your questions, filled out a report, and signed my statement. What more could you possibly want …

Non-fiction

How to Fall: An Interview with Susan Stinson

Erik Risinger May 2013

Susan Stinson is the Writer in Residence at Forbes Library in Northampton, Massachusetts, and the author of Belly Songs, Fat Girl Dances with Rocks, Venus of Chalk, and Martha Moody. Her upcoming book, Spider in a Tree (Small Beer Press, Oct 2013), is …

Non-fiction

The World’s Greatest Salesman

Edward Connolly May 2013

Dad was dying. I was the only one of the children without a steady job and so the obvious choice to fly down to Florida and navigate him through to the end. The morning after I arrived at his condo, he entered the hospital for the last time. There were …

Non-fiction

The Small House on the Street

Patrick Ryan May 2013

There was a time in Greenwich when people kept a car for more than a year and could look at their house and say, “Maybe this is enough.” When my grandparents, Jean and Dean Barker, moved to Greenwich in 1968, it was actually a pretty ordinary town. The …

Poetry

Always, The Old House

Jody Stewart May 2013

My grandmother shows me my first yellow rose, pale – called Moonlight Glow – which she tends by the stone wall beyond the old, old house. I shut tight my eyes to see us both in the afternoon light. There’s a tale of Bereft in that house which doesn’t y …

Reviews

Swans’ The Seer

Patrick Ryan May 2013

Recently, while browsing through new albums on a website of music reviews, I came across a void of black from which some sort of Wookie/bobcat crossbreed was grinning at me. It had dirty, human teeth and was missing its eyeballs. Creepy, I thought. The …

Poetry

The Cold Miles

Maria Williams-Russell May 2013

He is reaching around her – claw foot tub, oceanography. I could say islands, but instead – weigh stations, always this or that, always weather. She is wondering what it might be like to take a class at the University, what might have been the ending t …

Fiction

Short Stacks

Daniel Desrochers May 2013

[OLD MAN, SON I and SON II are gathered in a kitchen, which is sparsely decorated and drab. In the middle of the room is a small kitchen table with three chairs, and in the corner, a grey refrigerator and a white stove. There is one window over the sin …

Poetry

Geographical Tongue

Maria Williams-Russell May 2013

When I was young, my friend said, I have a geographical tongue – and opened wide to let me examine a map cracked deep into pink sponge, roads laid out in the whale-belly of her mouth. At the same time, my fingers would go numb, turn white. I rubbed the …

Poetry

They Are Breaking the House

Jody Stewart May 2013

shredding the barn, lining up tiny red blue green toy soldiers for sale. The grasses have dried to flame , the stairs are dust and customers roam all the rooms picking up, putting down books and cups, silks and soft eider pillows. Even the mountain bey …

Poetry

Suspension

Trevor Kearns May 2013

Stormy night: a pallid ant clings to slick fibers of a wind-flayed string. Too dumb to hope, too keen to despair, it pauses mid-string to interrogate the air with antennae restless with autonomy that try to amplify the ant’s economy of movement with el …

Reviews

Bound in Entrapment, A Look At “True Love” by Sharon Olds

Jessica Hicks May 2013

For a full understanding of the following review, read the poem “True Love” by Sharon Olds In the poem “True Love” by Sharon Olds, two lovers are repeatedly shown as being tied to one another. The poem takes place in the moments after the couple finish …

Poetry

The Seam

Jody Stewart May 2013

Wind, a branch broken glass, but still cloud on the horizon where a line of people walk bent thick & thin, walk from what they left, but there is no where- they-are-going-to. One foot presses down, hurts or slips, weighs more than can be lifted. Th …

Poetry

Hunter’s Round

Trevor Kearns May 2013

No more than the bird with piercing voice do you stake my heart, the dumb drum that feels its own concentric pain, no more Then the bird with piercing voice stakes a wider, colder claim than yours, to which I’m bound but no more than the bird With pier …

Poetry

Apologie

Andrew Mathey May 2013

I am sorry, mi amore Platanus; all the trees hanging over the river on the corner, sweet locust and sycamore marching up the steep stream bed to escape the rising tide. I didn’t save you when propane tanks, popping up like otters, played in the river’s …

Poetry

O’Pear

David Ram December 2011

The children ignore you submissively waiting in place in the sunny kitchen. They skip past you, an ornament in a bowl. The father, on the other hand, from the instant he lays eyes on you, leers hungrily at your buxom figure and blushing skin. He would …