Temporary People

【by Orly Perez】 I wish I could say the sweltering heat of the Midwestern summer afternoons had taken me by surprise, that each drop of …

Hospice Bed

【by Paulina Campanella】 My hair crunches on my dancing fingers, pasty with week-old gel, making a sticky sound only I hear. This movement is the …

The Octopus

【by Sadie Zeiner-Morrish】 The blue blood of the octopus had begunTo spill out and stain the sand whenI found its body on the shore. I …

The Ingrate

【by Maria Korman】 I work all week for forty hours To pay for rent, and gas, and food I lug the heavy bags from Stop …

The Fruit Fly

【by Ainsley Ralph】 Beneath the elms, my weary spirits rest. The crimson poets sigh their sleepy songs, Cooing barely stirring plumes on their breasts. Beneath …

thank you

【by Allie Mikalatos】 to the frogs, to the birds, to the rain on the roof,to the train roaring its sharp horn untilit fades away like …

Sutures

【by Reese San Diego】 Dad is right-handed, so when he cut open his left, it wasn’t a problem. He only needed one to sew himself …