blueberries

i always liked blueberries the best zanny stohl “You’re an animal person,” she says. “I like that.” He is the old body of a young man, sitting against a sandbag barricade. The sack seams have long since been picked by birds, and ants have burrowed through the piles of sand that had pissed out. His […]

the dead man

The Dead Man rachel henderson There is a man at my office who I know, for a fact, to be dead. He showed up four months ago, right after our latest schmooze-n-booze holiday party (the one where Penny Jones spilled red wine into Cynthia Hutchinson’s designer purse, vomited, and burst into tears) and he’s been […]

skull with laurel 1832

Skull with Laurel, 1832 rj aurand Alois, awoken from your slumber and lifted from the grave like precious jewels your bones did taste the sun but once, unearthed by friendly hands and bleached to canvas white. The laurels wreathe your fractured skull, perhaps insisted on by one who loved you. Did the fossor paint those […]

still life of womb

still life of womb chloe ho ghost-girl crumple of the petalled body its crush, its bloat, its crying swell, the supine spine snapped to its stark stretched husk that cavity that cavalier horror of the body, its theology belonging to a carved craven beast salivating, strewn into a pucker of blooming animal agony still panting […]

garden revisited

the serpent finds eve in every lifetime; or, GARDEN REVISITED sasha ravitch             God help me I have never loved anything as much as her, I have never loved anyone this much and I cannot stop eating her, I cannot stop tasting her, God help me I have never loved anyone as much as her […]

my disposal

My Disposal hannah madden My garbage disposal is speaking to me. It started small. A bubbling, a gurgling. Noises that could be explained by the dishwasher or suds of my leftover soap. Then the gurgling took on a pattern. She started playing my favorite songs. A new radio hit just for me, once a week, […]

glass girl

Glass Girl ashley huyge I never wanted children of my own. I struggled so much to take care of myself that I couldn’t be responsible for another person. I used to wake up in the morning, shivering in anticipatory grief; an unholy breeze whistling through my ribs, filling my body with emptiness. I didn’t have […]