Memory Song
byWithout showing, the time is wearing out. Frail paper flowers bloom and wither and time is in the heart of us all. Frail paper…
Poetry
The Ungovernable
by Rebecca WolffOne thing I’m not doing in my poems: reporting on anything that really happened. When I say I’m from New York, Glaswegians say, “Oh,…
Pioneering Women: Jackson, Wyoming—1920
by J.C. ElkinWhen the ladies could suffer no more the squalor the men settled for, when they finally tired of nagging for petty things cowboys don’t…
Tom McEnroe’s Last Sabbath
by Mark Andrew HeathcoteThe Sabbath had its special place in his Irish heart A man of very few words & an early riser… Never late for church,…
Remembering the Sabbath Day
by Devon BalwitEvery Saturday, I was exiled to the old country, serving time amidst plastic-covered furniture, buttocks sticking and pulling free, glooming in my grandparents’ grey…
Afternoon Nap
by Marjorie MaddoxMy daughter dreams breasts, lip-synching lunch. I am the large one beside her, a sleepy parenthesis curl for her appetite. Like a sleepwalker descending…
Funeral for Jesus
by Karissa Knox SorrellChildren gathered around the flowered bier and sang dirges. Burst, his mother cried to the silent God who called her to this. Hidden women…
Winter Solstice
by Amy NemecekEditor’s Note: A version of this piece was previously published in the Indiana Voice Journal. I wake while it’s dark and lie in bed…
This Will Be the Last Time
by Ian Randall Wilsonthe cat lies on my lap while my father is still alive. No use forgiving rock for being rock or white clouds always passing…
The Death Idol
by Ian Randall WilsonThe moon cannot, it has no mercy for the drowned names. But someone will remember, yes? The generations exchanging hands. Only the joys of…