Shadows, Amanda Wisbeck Your son isn’t crying. The crowd shuffles along, their suits and black dresses a stark contrast against the bright blue sky and beaming sun. Your wife walks beside you, her face empty and her fingers clenched around sodden…
Flickering Strings of Love, Paul Knight I love you the most watching you get pushed around in a crowd of people while a band plays— Your hair glued to your sweaty face. I watch your mouth contort as you sing…
Rise, Meg Jenson I. lichen, cold mornings, earth, my mother, sleepy afternoons, songbirds in canopy II. i have been driving for miles & miles, always this back & forth between us, i want to tell you that the yellow flower-weeds have…
I Believe in Laundry, Julia Tasho I don’t believe in God, But mother tells me to pray We don’t go to chùa or burn red marks on our backs. But we must believe in love. Ancestral love leans forward expectantly…
Element of Speech, Bethany Dudek Day 1, February 1999 First observation of symptoms. Subject is a Caucasian male, 3 years old as of today (February 20th), outwardly healthy, one younger brother. Plays relatively well with other children, no observable developmental…