childhood

Hunter

Hunter 1283 968 Justin Briley

She is serenity. A portrait fixed with a face like the Middle Pacific; cold and beckoning. As the frosted dirt cracks beneath my small feet, beneath layers of dead corn…

Barnlights

Barnlights 2500 1406 Amanda Crum

Those fireflies spark in the hum and burr of twilight, when our legs begin to itch from the day’s rambles. Chiggers and tall grass have left their mark, a tattoo…

Armstrong

Armstrong 1920 1280 Madeleine Corley

There is much to say about the dirt. How it frolics beneath toes. I like to think it likes being touched — held. I watch how it carves itself into…

Playing in the Garrett

Playing in the Garrett 2000 1333 Lisa Stice

for Mary “Mamie” Dickens   Hush now, children, Father’s at his work. If faeries come to visit, please, speak in whisper voices, shhhh. Tidy up now, children. Hang your art…

Samaritan

Samaritan 640 396 Heidi Turner

The first boy I slept with called it my “Jesus scar.” It’s on my side, on my “natural waist.” The scar itself is about half inch around and puckered in.…

Boy Echo

Boy Echo 2075 1167 Michael Akuchie

boy is single      boy is a no-name town     he kisses death welcome or desolation      boy is allergic to sunlight      boy wears darkness on a starry…

De Consolatione ad Kamil: On Death

De Consolatione ad Kamil: On Death 2500 1406 Kamil Ahsan

I was three years old, the youngest of three, when my father passed away in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. I have no recollection of him. Any remainders are memories of memories, or…

Exogenesis

Exogenesis 1920 2560 Teneile Warren

I Among them, There is nothing, Collected, Five mango trees Two julie One East Indian A number 11 A hairy Their building A soliloquy on ancestry Their home slotted above…

The Beetle

The Beetle 2796 2448 Rebecca Kokitus

all broken and yellow as antique things tend to be there is beauty in oxidation, in the elements eating through metal like larvae         through leaf the smell…

Drive

Drive 2208 1656 Kristin Garth

First time you say I’m driving off the bridge I hyperventilate and wonder how I will survive, on flowered tile, the ridged linoleum remains, caffeine-free brown, of soda spills, wet…

The Small River in the Gutter

The Small River in the Gutter 4025 2293 Alexandre Ferrere

There is this small river shaped like a gutter near my childhood home. It runs along a centenarian railroad, made of dry wood (with funny knots in it). Walking the…