Tyler Jacobs
There is the clanging of a bell somewhere
in the darkness. This refines how they teach
us to find God. Imagine what we don’t hear:
Read MoreBen Sloan
Safety strap cinched diagonally across his chest,
head lolling sideways, eyes shut, the picture here
is of someone in a deep alcohol-induced sleep.
Tim Hanson
“Mr. K?” I hear a child’s muffled voice say. It sounds like it’s coming from the closet. I
look around to see if everyone is here. Where’s Devin? There he is, in his seat for a change. All
present. “Where do we stop?” the voice persists.”
Jonan Pilet
His penis fell off inside of me.
It could have happened in my mouth. It nearly had.
I noticed before he did. His movements had stayed in rhythm, but the sensation had changed.
Read MoreStephanie Angelini
headline of the Boston Globe
I think of her
speaking to herself in Russian
her son propping up his salt and pepper temple
on the edge of the upright piano
left in the hall between the bathrooms
and the cafeteria
Read MoreMatthew Andrews
You know how when you lift up a large rock
and chuck it over a bridge it makes that strange
sound, like its inhaling noise rather than projecting
Read MoreVasantha Sambamurti
A raw half cup of rice
incubated for 23 minutes:
Its water rises in flaccid grey bubbles and
whispers secrets to itself –
probably about the stink I’m making.
Read MoreDevon Balwit
Teaching, I see my face, a sheet someone forgot
to straighten after a morning of lovemaking, a backdrop
Read MoreChris DeWitt
A hunter green Oldsmobile made its way east on slick state highways across the Texas-Louisiana line. At 15, Billy could’ve driven himself, if Dad was in a fine mood and let him borrow the family car. But his band’s first show called for a family affair.
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