Journal

Margaret Chula

Boundaries A Japanese woman separates her husband’s dirty clothes from the rest of the family’s with a long chopstick and…

2 years ago

Richard Dinges, Jr.

Sleep My wife sleeps around in any room, under lamp’s glare, in front of TV’s blare, splayed across a brown…

2 years ago

Rachel Fogarty

August It’s the time of year that steals away slowly as the red clay road, its banked tire treads, spackled…

2 years ago

Matthew James Friday

The Pumpkin Field Being just a poor British boy grown where London’s roots defile Saxon towns, common woods and meadows,…

2 years ago

D. Dina Friedman

Geese Over the icy pond, they hang north, the way we might cling to hope. The sun blinks, burrows under…

2 years ago

David A. Goodrum

Flyover Country In Indiana I would stare at the birthing of contrails by jets heading west ‌     filled with…

2 years ago

John Grey

Tomatoes She stopped at the tomato vines as if to hug them, as if to grow on a vine like…

2 years ago

Allen Helmstetter

Winter Birth Fluffed hens cluck but black and black in the bitter night in the brooder house they cannot see…

2 years ago

James Kangas

Eventuality At some point after my father died my mother said: Life’s no fun anymore. I don’t know what she…

2 years ago