Tag: Vacancies

Five Social Media Poems by Jasmine Dreame Wagner

Love Poem (15 Tweets) I would love to love the small apology in you, the tiny coffin for laws that no longer suit your stillness; I would love to love the depreciated value of your sources as you loop forth complete as marriage/mirage; I would love to love you, imaged in stone on the harmless…
Two Collages by Erin Case

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes Agoraphobia Traveling Light Erin Case is an award-winning visual artist based in Midland, Michigan, with a focus in collage. Working in both analog and digital methods, she is regarded for the marriage of surrealism, sincerity, and evocativeness that is present throughout her body of work. While still an…
Two Poems by Rachel Edelman

The Real Work There’s no reality TV showthat opens with a close-up of fingers snappingone twig and anotherto stack a stove with kindling. In an off-the-grid cabinI slip a lit match beneath a birch bark curl.Splinters creak, a whine wanes,a flame ascends, whoosh.Musical interludes?Shavings fizz;sap ekes out a pop.Wood chips turn to coals;flames grow hungry.…
Comic: “A Tender-Hearted Beheading” by Nick Francis Potter

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Nick Francis Potter lives in Missouri with his wife and two boys. New Animals (Subito Press, 2016) is his first book.
Two Poems by Alyse Bensel

Broken Sonnet I want to reach inside of him. I’m tiredof his lack of sleep, the need to build worldsin his head all night. He’s tried to burn allthe pictures I’ve kept. A silent bird makestrees hush.He always wants me sleeping.So I combed the moths out of my hair, wantingmy head to ring like a…
Three Poems by Joshua Butts

Measley Ridge Road Moving with the weather is no optionfor those on Measley Ridge. No vessels are preppedfor when the Brazos sweeten. Shirley Hughes, send your laundry waterto the nearest stream. Ziplocs huddle the deathsof the holiest white poor with their ragged white meatand dry bushels requiring so many creamed sides.If this were Louisiana one…
“Cartesian Ghost Story,” an essay by Jeff Chon

I should avoid the old neighborhood, but I have nowhere else to be right now. It’s five seventeen p.m.—the day care closes at six—and the kids hate it when I pick them up early, when they have to say good-bye to their friends. Whether I like it or not, I have some time to kill,…
Fiction: “The Drip Drop” by Rita Bullwinkel

Behind Gosling’s house there is a giant black ball of goop that hovers above the ground. It drops on his cat and creates puddles that we have to sweep away in the winter so they don’t freeze. When Gosling goes on vacation and the backyard is left unattended leaves blow under the ball and mix…
Two Stories from Gary Oldman Is a Building You Must Walk Through, a novel by Forrest Roth

The Signature of a Gentle Man As Sid Vicious You and I stare at the signature of the Gary Oldman your famous sister met in Los Angeles. That is: the handwriting your famous sister procured with or without the real Gary Oldman, which, at first, appears to be independent of an ordinary human hand—if there…