Suburban Voodoo

By: Rhonda Kitchens Suburban Voodoo She hustled the cup of her husband’s coffee with its morning shadow of grounds to Sister Hannah Mary Swan Song Cantata. “Oh, this is bad.” Sister Hannah Mary Tango Isis Swan Song Cantata could see no good in the sparse pattern of the grounds. “Yes, yes?” Pauline’s hands were clenched.…

Man-Making

By: Caitlin Moloney Man-making The moon was hiding tonight. Balbo’s mother had always told him that the moon only hides when children do bad things. Now that he was older, he realized that his mother had only said that to see if he would come in with a guilty face on a dark, mischief making…

My Little Empty Nest

By: K. V. Orr My Little Empty Nest My name’s Karen Johnson, there’s nothing special about me. I have a husband, Jim, and a daughter, Kaitlyn. She just left for college a few weeks ago. I miss her a lot, but I know she’s doing well. I mean, I’m a little hurt that she didn’t…

Hot Nights in East L.A.

By: William Smith Hot Nights in East L.A. The hot summer seems never-ending, sun beating down on the roof of Melinda’s small one bedroom rental. The air conditioner’s been broken for two weeks and heaven only know what will go wrong next. A small box fans rhythmic sound, the blades hitting against its frame, blows…

Loyalty and Family

By: Daniela Rodriguez Loyalty and Family “Guilty,” said the head juror. Radmilla sat with her back against the wall, knees up to her chest, crying. The lights in the Russian prison were shut off, lights out for the night; she knew she would not sleep but simply wait for the sun to rise on her…

Lookup

One smile can cause a storm of fury in a jealous man’s mind so beautiful is his bride with eyes for another that lay fixed upon the one that choose her yet yearn for the one she does not know and only can imagine his touch foreign from what she knows and her mind driven…

Addicted to life (Pantoum Poem)

By:   Nara Ivett “Heroin is better than an orgasm,” within waterfalls of hair she said, the cry of an infant, unborn glass spasm trapped and pounding in her ribcage. Within hair waterfalls she unsaid “I crave no bursting woodwinds, trapped and pounding in my ribcage, due to injected implosion footprint.” “I crave no bursting woodwinds,…

Cheshire

By: Justin Oberg The Cheshire Moon is shining and streetlights seem so high tonight to pollute the light around his dome and shroud his cratered head And zombies walk the streets tonight   As everything is still And as I enter an unlit place The hunter leaps for thwarted kill The twists and turns of…

Pussy Last call

By: General Orlov Pussy Last Call “So given we are both drunk as fuck, do you like anal?” to which I got the response that ruined my whole night. Continuing to kiss me she responds, “Yes, but I have to wear a condom or my dick gets dirty.” And another shot down. At this point…