Issue 61: 03 May 2018

Two Poems by D. R. James

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What You Need to Know

By Kristi Rabe   My 11-year-old son tried to stab me with his fork. This was 5 seconds after calling me a stupid bitch. 15 seconds after I told him to go to time out. 33 seconds after I found he had played with a lighter and snuck candy from the cupboard. 1 minute after […]

National Day of Atonement

By Marc Alan Di Martino   Scream at the empty mirror of the sky, the waiting blue, the blinding cosmic eye, until your pain lathes the Plutonian rim of the Solar System. Scream at the crystal ceiling of the sky until it cracks up like an electoral map of the United States, our jagged earthly […]

Trophies and Ribbons

By Victoria Barnes   On a late November morning toddlers and children drag their parents’ silky purses stuffed with glossy trophies and ribbons to the sewing room. They embroider golden monograms, add coats-of-arms in crewel, tie silver coins that dangle from purse seams. Their parents nod. By the rose evening the children sing quietly of imaginary gardens […]