Marcelo Medone

      One of These Days (I’m Going To) buy myself a giant, high-calorie tub of chocolate ice cream with nuts and raisins and eat it without feeling guilty, thoroughly clean my bathroom and leave it smelling like lavender, drink a strong double...

Tracey Pearson

      My bucket doesn’t have a list and it’s never been kicked Even on the really bad days when the mocking shine of its metal body has tempted my foot to make contact, something about this ambivalence carrier makes me take a beat and reconsider. Its...

Kenneth Pobo

      Orange Spell An angry grandmother isn’t sure who she’s angry with.  Everybody, nobody.  Though she prefers to wear black, she casts a spell that turns people orange.  We adapt quickly, eat from orange dishes, make orange bullets for orange guns. A...

Claire Simpson

      Nobody’s daddy If I’d known it was him I wouldn’t have smiled so warmly. But he looked like any other middle-aged man taking a Sunday stroll. It’s funny what time can erase. The passing years had stripped away the parts of him that had once made...

Louella Lester

    Unnatural Migration When Mom flew off with the Canada geese you made me promise that we would never leave one another. Ever. I wanted to protect you, even though you were an irritating baby sister who I had to bribe with candy and pop, so I could hang...