Oh, if I wanted one perfect roundness to fit my hand as sweetly as an egg, it’s you, avocado. Lob your dark green skin north for salsa and fresh-squeezed limes. Soothe my tongue ravaged by sharp-toothed words, conform to my teeth, invite my tongue to roll in bland oil of green. Teach me timing. You […]Read more "Ode to the Avocado"
Steve Carr began his writing career as a military journalist and has had short stories published in Double Feature, Tigershark Magazine, The Wagon Magazine, CultureCult Magazine, Fictive Dream, Ricky’s Back Yard, The Drunken Llama, Sick Lit Magazine, Literally Stories, Door is a Jar, Viewfinderi, The Spotty Mirror and in the Dystopia/Utopia Anthology by Flame Tree Publishing, […]Read more "The Longhorn Creek Story"
As if sadness is a heroine, as if sadness requires polaroid sunglasses to cool down all-white glare, as if sadness demands a shopping opportunity on Robertson Boulevard, the headline says she was caught candid on the boutique street, shopping bag dangling. Without her newborn, her legs, lifted in heels, line up to stretch her thighs […]Read more "Tabloid Spotlight on the Hollywood Starlet"
Marion Peters Denard holds a MA in Liberal Studies from Dartmouth College and was a finalist in the 2011 Pat Schneider Poetry Contest. Her poetry is forthcoming in Peregrine and has been featured in City Scapes: Poems by PDX Writers and Arches: The Alumni Magazine of the University of Puget Sound. She She lives and works in the […]Read more "Milk Teeth"
You gave us joy for a little over a month. A tentative joy for me. From the beginning I felt something was wrong. I was reluctant to tell anyone about you. Then there was my sickness. Exponentially worse than with your brother. I thought I might be having twins. Or dying. Around a week or […]Read more "A Different Kind of Birth Story"
How in the world are these two categories related? Well, it’s coincidental mostly. It happens that in the last two months I got pregnant and had a miscarriage, and have experienced the struggles of being a vegan in a meat-oriented world through my best friend. She decided to become vegan a few months ago, after […]Read more "At the Intersection of Veganism and Miscarriage"
What I carry inside is a void. It is nothing. The vibrancy of creation, the possibility is absent. There is no sorrow. There is no joy. Nothing. The chasm threatens to absorb me. The death I carry within is incompatible with my life force. Slowly draining. I am not here, nor there. I am not […]Read more "I Am Death"
I know the curve of my upper lip. It points with just a little bit of lipstick. I know my foot – how its arch is just a little too high for normal heels. I know my hair, it’s thick. My waist, it can get thick too. I know my voice and my knees. […]Read more "I Used To Know Me"
I woke up in the middle of the night with this sensation that I had to pee. RIGHT NOW. Pee in the bed right now. It was 2:30am May 3rd. I rushed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet just as the waterfall made its exit. Oh man. My water broke. I smiled, a […]Read more "Matthew Ali: A Birth Story"
I’m really good at growing things. When I was sixteen, I found a small round marble under my right nipple. When I was twenty-two, I was brave enough to have it removed. When I was twenty-three I found out I had been growing all of this extra inflamed tissue in my stomach, rendering me essentially […]Read more "Growing Calm"