by Paulette Kamenecka
I came to think of myself as a traveler who’d picked up a pack of diseases through miscalculation or poor judgment—drinking the water in a place I shouldn’t have. Continue reading
Bobbi’s petticoat on a hanger
on her doorknob
bodice smooth as silk. Nobody’s looking
I strip off my shirt and pants slip it on
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O children I forgot to have you
Didn’t want to be a bad parent
Like they who always said they’d
By Susan Sechrist
“This is orthogonality at its core—going back to the beginning where new intersections are born, watching what unfolds from those unique moments of coming together, what curve or shape emerges and how those multiple shapes morph together.” Continue reading
“When I was a child,” Wineberg says, “I imagined life became steadier, more controllable, and smoother as people entered middle-age and beyond. But as I have grown older, experienced my life so far, looked at the world around me, and written these stories, my perspective has changed.” Continue reading
“Soon, several hundred sated, well-lubricated,
Turkish towel donning friends or strangers
will begin to filter out from the labyrinth
of thin-walled, cramped, private cubicles.” Continue reading
“Sometimes I channel my writing in the same way I channel my art. I try not to think hard about what I’m putting into the draft of an essay, but the hard work begins when I have to kill my darlings and shave the piece down to its essential parts. This is why I love to play with various forms and genres.” Continue reading
Bloom 