The feminine, breezing around, messy—/ we may be our edge, closer to home,
The chemicals of each breed/ brings a new threat.
Nonfiction writer Sarah Sweeney was new to me, but as soon as I read an essay’s opening line of “I never planned to throw my tampon on a stranger’s car,” I knew that her writing was something that I would enjoy immensely. Her most recent collection, Tell Me If You’re Lying, adds up to a… Continue reading ‘Mythmaking, second-hand information, and outright lies’: An Interview with Sarah Sweeney
i fill the house with candles, the flames sit next to each other.
I find what wants to come through when I practice paying attention: leaning into discomfort, softening into vulnerability, listening to the conversations of strangers, taking in the natural world.
The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff. ― Carl Sagan, Cosmos We were born of carbon. The human body is made of it, with carbon surpassed only by… Continue reading “Apotheosis” by Ainsley Pinkowitz
The child watched the burn pile. She had a hose, which had a rusty nozzle gun on its end, and every time the fire made a move toward the house or toward the fields, she worked the rusty gun and sprayed that fire. Earlier, the child caught her palm in the clamp that worked the… Continue reading “A Puppet Show On Top of a Puppet Show and Under a Puppet Show” by Rhoads Stevens
I listen to a door open its robe to a street full enough to be a sky too cruel to be a sky we were never lonely just a fire in need of heat I want to be a wind and wake an ocean to be a street then chase out all the water the… Continue reading “Night Songs” by Wale Owoade
Rollie was convinced that what Michael Stipe was really singing was come into the Winnebago and that "The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonite" was about child abuse (the evidence in the lyrics: candy bar, falling star, The Cat in the Hat), but nobody on the boards was having any of it. The other newsgroup members pointed him… Continue reading “The Gazers” by Neil Serven
When our marriage was bankrupt, jobless, holding a sign for donations, when our marriage was a paper plane ablaze, an oil spot, a two dollar bill, when our marriage was a two and six off suit, a house of cards above the fault line, sheets folded in the spare bedroom, when our marriage was an… Continue reading “Euphoria” by Logan Seidl