I would rather put a chainsaw to my legs Tips of branches turn yellow;needles float down as from heaven.My heaven is a redwood forest. I clear duff from the roof with a leaf blower,from the deck with a snow shovel,mounds upon mounds rumpling earthlike rough blankets and then always comes rain,a season of rot. Seems […]Read more "I would rather put a chainsaw to my legs"
Becoming Eve My mother wanted me baptized with the middle name of Eve. It was 1953. The priest would not hear of it. In a covert nod to Church authority, she settled on the diminutive of “Evelyn.” I can’t recall exactly when she shared this anecdote with me. I do know I was old enough […]Read more "Becoming Eve"
Joan Rivers 1. on your right the dark thing father’s letter to a tramp college strippers’ dinner you’re not invited crackers from the machine get off stage people expect even from an amateur one good thing necklace from classmates a climber fifth avenue jab and punch rarely real corn-flaked motel dirt-blackened tub hard blinding a […]Read more "Joan Rivers"
Jake Zawlacki currently writes and lives in the California Bay Area. He has been published in The Citron Review, Riggwelter, Eunoia Review, Gravel, Litro and many others. Panning “Godammit.” “What?” “My damn hearing aid fell out.” The two had been panning for gold. Manzanita and red shank covered the shale mountain. The stream struggled through the […]Read more "Panning"
Sylvan Lebrun is a student, poet, and musician living in Tokyo, Japan. Her work has been previously published in The Lavender Review, Bitterzoet Magazine, The Fourth River, and Crab Fat Magazine the tower a wildfire is started at torres del paine national park how much longer? asks the daughter of the mother i have not met yet sharpened ribbons […]Read more "the tower"
Lisbeth White is a poet/dancer/performer and VONA alum. She works as an expressive arts therapist, supporting people in discovering the arts as healing. Her current poetry project centers around ancestry and the unique relationships women of color experience in connection to nature. Daughter everything distilled to the honesty of the body face hands mouth […]Read more "Daughter"
I spend a lot of time blaming my husband for things. Leaving his dirty socks in the middle of the floor, caking the bathroom with sticky film, letting our son stay up too late, plopping our daughter in front of too much TV. I blame him when he travels for work, when I feel spent, […]Read more "We Are In This Together, This Parenting Thing"
She clicked the garage door opener more patiently, but certainly with greater pressure, before it wished to engage. The door rattled and screamed, metal against metal, metal against wood, the damaged panels shivering with fear. It took several tries but it eventually closed. Daisy, cursing and grunting, may have intimidated it into submission, but hanging […]Read more "Daisy Picked (Part 2 of 3)"
I am working on my MFA creative nonfiction thesis about food foraging. I asked my father to talk about my first experiences with wild food. One of my pleasures was taking Lauren out in the backpack, walking quite long distances, and she loved to ride in the backpack. I learned to stop and grab berries […]Read more "My Father’s Perspective"