Late Nights with My Brain | Amber Secor
Eyelids peeling apart like wet glue, I stare at the iridescent glow of plastic stars affixed by a child.Continue Reading
Category: Poetry
Colonial Motor Court Motel | Kelly Savage
No one sticks around the Colonial Motor Court— you’re not supposed to. With smoky sheets like sandpaper, and drawers stickingContinue Reading
Bad Fairy Tale | Hannah Rose
I kicked Humpty Dumpty off his wall, told Thumbelina, “You’re not special. Just small.” I bribed the wolf in LittleContinue Reading
“Long Live the Poet” with Ira Joe Fisher | Sarah Sherman
Birds chirp in the courtyard outside of Marcus White Hall at Central Connecticut State University, but inside it’s just asContinue Reading
What the Vine Intended | David Cappella
The vine did what the vine intended – climbed the oak in summer then stopped in autumn, slowed its slitherContinue Reading
An Interview With a Slam Poet Champ | Shayla Ford
“Connectedness, community, and love that is awe inspiring in the African American community,” was the challenge for artists attending theContinue Reading
Still Life | David Cappella
The old recliner under the maple on the curbside waits, fated for pickup, by some scrounging passerby. The naggingContinue Reading
Q & A | Steven and Benjamin Ostrowski
Question A permission gate opens narrower than the light that seeps through an egg crack. Permission toContinue Reading
Jellyfish | Victoria-Lynn Bell
I can’t see why they call you the moon— visible, invisible, pulsing light. Not solid, with your bell jar topContinue Reading