George Perreault, Featured Author

The Last Time I Talked to My Mom   She’d flown to Florida just to die, not that slow- motion movie crammed with insights and coming- to-terms, me on the edge of the plains hearing how one brother and his wife went bedside, sang their newest version of psalm twenty-three, another one praying sweet Jesus how can I compete with …

Ray Malone

mea·sure 135   mind on the line, ear to the note’s approach, the hand must needs be steady, body too―eye blind, to all but time’s inscribing       mea·sure 557   one slip of the tongue, the world’s awry, away over the hill she went, the words said, and the damage done, the cry too slight, too lame, too …

Beth Sherman

Strangler Fig   After midnight you set out, some on foot, others hiding in the back of an old pick-up truck. Fate is the string on a paper kite, caught in a strangler fig tree. Tangled, useless. Root stems grafted together, merging each time they touch. Noble and strange. Twisted. Overhead, a crescent moon, sharp as a sickle. Its hook …

Kelly R. Samuels

Asomatous   To have it, be it those mornings when you wake and cannot turn your head. The stiff column of your neck & spine reminding you they exist & of how limited peripheral vision is & more so as we age, the eyes becoming nothing but slits, wide-eyed wonder no more than a phrase. This is when you wish …

Kelsey Ann Kerr

High School Lunch My father made me a sandwich for lunch every day, carefully put the turkey, cheddar, lettuce and mayo on the sourdough, then zipped it up in a Ziploc.   And every day during orchestra, I slipped the sandwich into the whooshing plastic of a black trashcan, or palmed it off to a friend. Those feinted days, when …

kt farley

Clear Night   The first time she fucked a machine, there was some uncomfortable pinching.  But it was momentary, corrected after a few thrusts by a data-driven recalibration.  The second time was much better.  The machine had measured her depths, tested her temperature, listened to the tempo of her breaths, and now it slid into her with the smooth precision …

Maryann Wolfe

Guidelines for Eating   Do you like peas? Do you like rice? asks the little girl in her highchair.   Maybe it’s when we are her age that we first learn the truth about food. It’s when we make our choices to be eaters or starvers in times of crisis.   “Maybe you didn’t grow up that way,” he says, …

Samantha Malay

Albany   for a while he worked at a school up the road and told us not to talk to the boys who lived there but trouble started inside our house   the hole in the rug the beet-stained cloth the dark-winged insect in the unslept night   haste hid his plan and a dearth of kin like the letters …

Tea with the Tin Man

In the 1930s, all we English society girls were mad for Munich. Unity Mitford, one of the six troublesome Mitford sisters, was living there at the time. Unity had become a Fascist and a Hitler groupie. She adopted the name “Unity Valkyrie Mitford.” UNITY VALKYRIE roaring around Munich on her black motorcycle steed. She wore a black shirt and a …

Modern Art

If you wear a suit of bees Through the Yale Art Gallery, They will think you are misplaced art – And exhibit you somewhere: Artist unknown – you and your suit of bees will be.   You will buzz with acclaim, The likes of (N.) will adore you, You and your art: one substance – Envy of Carrevagio, jealousy of …

Mark Belair

Mine   I was in the yard working when I heard, through the open kitchen window, my wife tap a spoon shank on the edge of a cooking pot.   Of course, it was my mother I heard, as if transported to years ago, me a boy, playing in the yard, dusk falling, my father clipping hedges, my hunger just …

Sam Barbee

Reversal of Fortune    That . . .   Today, I write: no brain lock or writer’s block, never idle or addled, plot upon plot. Practical prompts, writing schedules, I aspire − become renowned as scribe of insightful stanzas, presumptuous puzzles toward tour de force status, something deemed a Classic. Endowing with endearing words as adulating aficionados gnaw painted nails, …