Frequencies compete
Bouncing in and out
Speaking over each other
Family Poems
Comfort Food by Jean Varda
think of warm baked bread
melting butter with crunchy crust
think of casseroles one after the other
The Gone by Amit Parmessur
Your First Ocean by Carrie-Ann Tkaczyk
LEVI & ME by Cynthia Lewis-Jones
LEVI & ME by Cynthia Lewis-Jones My genes are customized denim: unique, a one-off design. The Left leg is forty shades of green, tough, durable, for roaming in wild, damp places. The right is practical, calm as red-white-&-blue, sailing the seas of maritime history Yet black as ebony, vibrating secrets of imperial angst in…
It’s her fault by John Steffen
It’s her fault by John Steffen Because of the moon Wife and I got in a fight when I dragged her outside to see the light tonight Because of the moon The light of night is not her interest, she said And I am just a fool, by her insistence and spite Because of the…
Fourteen by Morgan Rae Glazier
Fourteen by Morgan Rae Glazier During a Sunday drive, our mother stopped our white Dodge Spirit at the base of the Harrisville hills. She snatched a chisel and hammer, from the Spirit’s storage, and said, wait here girls. For thirty minutes, my sister and I stared out the car window, our mother carving her and…
Come Around Back Now by Eric Dittmar
Come Around Back Now by Eric Dittmar How are you ever Going to get out from under this? It hunts with its nose It is brave from lack of sleep Onions, cantaloupe, red cabbage, moss Don’t shop hungry Don’t go to sleep mad Now strut for the camera Twitch if you please Come around back…
A Patriarchally Deteriorating Company Versus “Don’t Go Policy” by Sarah Gamutan
A Patriarchally Deteriorating Company Versus “Don’t Go Policy” by Sarah Gamutan Superiors stuck in corridors, half blind to us wee subservient women – true, weird. So, they suck fries in their mouths and put some locks on the door, as if they are hard to reach? Some documents signed and all I see is crevice….
The Preserver by Dawn Cunningham Luebke
The Preserver by Dawn Cunningham Luebke Salamonie Reservoir :hundreds of yards of shimmering leaves bubble trails in my eye. Dead trees thumb a ride, left behind after man flooded the land. I slow down for the red light. There’s a ripple in the drowning: a boat moves like an upside-down swing; fishes. The old church…