I’m Marie Kondo-ing my condoa can-do attitudea consultant named Cait Shood(her name rhymes with GOOD) and yesI’ve been paralyzed byBarbies and clutter fromEmpty Nest Syndrome ever sincemy daughter grew up and left the housea decade goes fastlook Reese Witherspoonin Seventeen magazine circa 1999as ambitious ingenue Tracy Flick in Electiona construction paper choo-choo withhappy animals from daycare Dr. bills forG.A.D. F41.1 & Major Depression PartialF.33.4 my face at her weddingMigraine Not …
I was lifting weights at the gym when suddenly I was surrounded by a crew of Jaguar Knights from the 15th Century. We left the gym right away and headed to the southern jungles. I was told I would eventually have to wrestle a jaguar for my right to live. They all laughed. It was a harmless joke. I immediately trained in the art of weaponry which resembled a ballet with sharp swords. I hardened the nerves in my legs to feel as little pain as possible. All the exercises and training took place at …
Knotted willows eye a ladybug soliloquizing atop fence post ledges, Juliet balconies, lamented by recurrent doves, unperturbed as the branches make room for the noose. Nola Iwasaki currently lives and writes in Oregon and is an MFA candidate at Oregon State University. Featured Artwork: Faded Youth from the Urban Allegory series TJ Norris is an award-winning multidisciplinary artist based in Fort Worth, TX. He studied at Massachusetts College of Art and NSCAD (Halifax). His work …
Mornings fade: lonely mist across a silent yard, one small pair of shoes remaining: soft as a summer’s night, but empty; they rest on the sill, a bright day beyond. I am thinking of the scent of soap on new skin, am remembering how I held you close, before I gave you away. Frances Koziar has published poetry in over 30 different literary magazines, including Vallum and Acta Victoriana. She is a young (disabled) retiree and a social justice advocate, and she lives in Kingston, Ontario, …
I’m music stand and mud, littered with the plastic lips of a late-night celebration. I’m walking down a bowling alley, ready to strike, gently. I’ve stopped at a gas station to fill the well with helium, squeaking, Please don’t let anyone I love die before their time. A guy on a bike with a boombox rides by, arms out like a kite. Confetti stains the shelves where toilet paper used to be. I check my phone again, in the middle of foraging for bubble wrap. What’s happening in …
Like Lewis and Clark, I learned it’s okay To be gay When you’re stuck on a boat. Like Lewis and Clark, I went out with my friend. Like Lewis and Clark I looked at a map. Like Lewis and Clark, I discovered something, Ass. Raechel Segal is a poet, playwright, actor, and improviser. Playwriting credits include "Dykes on Wheels" (The Tank, NYC), "We Can Be Queeros" (Hudson Guild Theatre, NYC), "Moon Juice" (Manhattan Repertory Theatre, NYC), "The Best of Bushwick" (Manhattan Repertory …