Poetry

“What Happened to Winona Ryder” by Erin McIntosh

I looked up and saw the wrong thing. I walked over and did something bad. I mean, I felt bad about it afterward. We were fifteen when we learned to stop talking about what we really mean. It was an exercise in driving our care to the dump. Shoving it out of the car and… Continue reading “What Happened to Winona Ryder” by Erin McIntosh

Poetry

“After Two Months” by Kris Bigalk

I dreamed myself blind in a burned-black room the curtains blowing the scents of autumn’s end— caramel smoke, with an edge of chill, of rain, of endings, and then sweet softness your gentle bearded cheek sliding alongside my body until your mustache rested on my upper lip and the cool mint of your tongue slid… Continue reading “After Two Months” by Kris Bigalk

Poetry

“Death, Sleep, Beauty” by Shaindel Beers

After a photograph by Katie Pearce The girl lies in her stark white dress. The grass the unreal green velvet of spring. March buds push from the trees. Everything becoming— everything alive except the girl. She is a pearl on display in a jeweler’s window. Clouds dapple the ground around her. Years from now she… Continue reading “Death, Sleep, Beauty” by Shaindel Beers

Interviews

“I won’t make excuses for them, and I won’t make excuses for myself, either”: An Interview with Nickole Brown

Fanny Says, Nickole Brown's hilarious and touching poetry collection centering around her grandmother, is garnering all sorts of praise. Fanny Says, Julie Marie Wade writes in The Rumpus, "is in essence one long poem—138 pages—chambered like a heart and pumping language like blood to every stanza throughout this single, vital organ." In the Oxford American, Parneisha Jones writes… Continue reading “I won’t make excuses for them, and I won’t make excuses for myself, either”: An Interview with Nickole Brown