Because I Have Goats by LeeAnn Reynolds

I almost speak a foreign language. The words that dribble from my tongue Bounce to the floor and back again.   Oberhasli becomes brown and black, And I say Toggenburg but you hear Toggehasli, Which is almost correct,   A type of rightness that lies In the...

A New Phobia: Islamaphobia by Mahnoor Khan

A day that will forever live in infamy. Sirens began, smoke fl ed the city and darkness is all that came. BOOM The streets crumbled in a fl ash of a second, ruining years of hard work. A day that changed each and every one of our lives sitting here today. Have you...

The Phone Psychic’s Daughter by Julia St. Clair

I want to be one of her patrons, a soul who has wandered off the path in life, who needs to be made new. I hear them calling— every minute, every hour, every day, and every night. She starts her sessions by asking for simple things, a name and the day they were born....

Like a Bad Dream by Adriana Arias, Poetry Winner

Perfunctory. What better word is there to describe how things are done around here? There is no point in putting in any effort when it’s obvious that the criticism is near. Her piercing, angry, intermittent rages have become inevitable. It’s hard to remember a single...

Saving Face by Melynie Tyler Ferrari

Your face hides from my unwavering eyes as if it were masquerading through a sterile land. It is shielded and guarded from not only me, but the entirety of the world as well. You must understand that even after the storm the clouds are reborn. Through your trials and...

Thoughts of Nonnina by Julia St. Clair

In your Northern Bronx home, set against The room with the crimson carpet and plastic Covered furniture, you play with me, and recall Memories of how for a year you wore Black for your mother then, after a year, after a month, repeated Modeling darkness when your...
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