Issue: 2018

Last Valentines day                            a boy                 wrote me a poem                            titled                                          “feces”                                                    it began:                         … Continue Reading

This was his fifth day working on the front line of the Colorado wildfire; the smoke and heat tearing through his chest had begun to wear on him. He coughed as he reached for his bandanna, which had slid down his face and was no longer covering his nos … Continue Reading

I’m here, in a small moment looking for windows to break this isn’t rebellion I tell my mom I broke a jar on asphalt picked it up with my hands I listen to melancholic silence in big rooms I nod and sweep by people I don’t hand out flyers, or paint t-s … Continue Reading

there is a story my mama used to tell me when she lay in two feet of snow in the middle of a field somewhere off Rt 9. she lay in the dark and watched the stars so long she couldn’t feel her body, the snow around her clean and wide. she stayed until sh … Continue Reading