
Putting Out What You Might Put Away
Putting Out What You Might Put Away A crib and changing table are quietlydismantled but all the socks are paired confetti,and the hats and the layettes grown dustyin the drawers, …
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Putting Out What You Might Put Away A crib and changing table are quietlydismantled but all the socks are paired confetti,and the hats and the layettes grown dustyin the drawers, …
Read MoreThere are blossoms in my chest Rolling off my breasts, feathering out from my sternum, violet, emerald, scarlet petals A garden of wildflowers is inside me Zara Hanif is a …
Read MoreJennifer Stitt is a poet as well as a historian of modern American thought, culture, and politics. She earned a B.A. and M.A. in history from the University of Alabama …
Read MoreBy Rob Cook Each brick of the hospital attacks each brick next to it. The fighting itself casts a shadethat lengthens over the parking lot,the incurable, pampered vehicles. The sky, …
Read MoreBy M.E. Hoban Crisscross my body with tape: would-be sex appeal, sticky under breasts, in the hollow of the hip with the freckle— I am the first person to stop …
Read MoreHi all! It’s Jay. I do a link roundup (almost) every Friday. If you encounter a link you think I might want to share, please tweet it at me or Chronically Lit. The …
Read MoreBy Cade Leebron Call me Curly-Q for the swirled snake IV line spiraling out of my upper arm. Nothing perfect ever ends, or that’s a lie I’m okay hanging out …
Read MoreBy Nicole Storey I was a blackbird for Halloween when those shapeshifters came out of the terraforming colony and explained that destiny is only a mile away from the gas …
Read MoreHi all! It’s Jay. I plan on doing a link roundup every Friday and this is the fourth one. If you encounter a link you think I might want to …
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