Burnt Rice It’s a broken leg — as in not my fault, the reason I put food on the stove and forgot it (I) existed which is to say that I existed once, I think I was a fish. When you called me into the room to say I burnt the rice, I faded blue. […]Read more "Burnt Rice"
Tim Suermondt is the author of four full-length collections of poems, including THE WORLD DOESN’T KNOW YOU. His fifth collection JOSEPHINE BAKER SWIMMING POOL is out from MadHat Press (January 2019). He has published in Poetry, Ploughshares, The Georgia Review, Prairie Schooner, Able Muse and Plume, among many others. He lives in Cambridge with his […]Read more "Her Dress In Dublin"
As Dusk Falls The sliver of a new moon simmers, iridescent, against deepening blue, delicate as a brushstroke. [image: Waning Crescent Moon | Miguel Claro] — Keep up with Tai Woodville’s many creative pursuits, including a conceptual electronic album, musical appearances, poetry readings and more.Read more "As Dusk Falls"
Suzanne Ondrus‘ first book Passion Seeds won the 2013 Vernice Quebodeaux Pathways Poetry Prize. She is a Fulbright Scholar in Burkina Faso, West Africa where she teaches creative writing. My African Trousseau The fabric is folded, patterns and colors in dark drawers. You, my love, are gone. but the fabric remains, away from light, away […]Read more "My African Trousseau"
Andrew Dooley is a graduate of Rhode Island College with a BA in English/Creative Writing. He has published a short story titled “creature!” in the Spring 2015 issue of their literary magazine, Shoreline, as well as a collection of poetry titled Shine Walker on Amazon.com. He works full-time as a business office manager in Westerly, […]Read more "flicker"
in the alley Where feral cats live I saw a raccoon creeping in the garbage Survivor Wish I could feel anger sound low in the chest to act on this but I’m identifying with the smallest creatures Where feral cats live a person is a metaphor Oh it gets so lonely When you’re walking And […]Read more "in California"