Gabrielle Lessans
lightening like a cob web among tired blades of grass & bits of dew...
29 November, 2017
Author: Ashley Opheim
June Gehringer
we wrote our love with safety pins, drew crooked constellations at each other’s edges....
29 November, 2017
Natasha Young
We were sitting outside on blankets drinking mushroom tea and my scraggly haired baby compassionately touched my ankle and knee while he was talking to my friends for me and I liked how he made me feel included...
29 November, 2017
Mitchell King
So she’s gone. So I can’t handle it. So everyone has their missing person. ...
29 November, 2017
Roisin Dunnett
I ask the man behind the counter if I can pay for the plum tomorrow. I buy one from him almost every day, so he tells me yes....
21 November, 2017
Suzanna Derewicz
I wanted you to learn to read the kind of caution the girl takes in every book I have ever given you or written myself into....
21 November, 2017
Julia Wohlstetter
I stamped myself with Femininity and bought a new comforter. I bought six plants, and a snake shaped bracelet, and a pineapple lamp....
21 November, 2017
Jeanette Beebe
The ground is a tissue. It absorbs. And light is a thing we’ve made. A wave — it passes ...
21 November, 2017