        -after Rejoice by Julien Baker  My whole family, an empty table, sitting together, watching the news on Mom’s birthday, it says I’m evil. Cried in the car alone on Jubilee. Call the hotline, curse her name ‘cause I know I’m still alive.  Gave me everything [&h
I will stick Post-its to the wall behind the sink. I will spatter them with soap suds and water, let the ink blend into a paper mâché mass of every word that picked me up off the floor. I will leave dishes in the sink. I will not wash them before I load the dishwasher. […]
As she called on me to read aloud, a memory swirled warm  like a summer breeze across the deep Atlantic: rocking on a black-and-white  checked chair by a gas fireplace where my Mom opened Robert  Frost and we memorized poems together. She sat  close to the flames and melted a h
By Gabrielle Crone       Only a hillbilly would bring their injured dog to the vet using twine as a leash. At least that’s what our vet, Westley, announced when he saw my grandpa, Charles Bailey, in the lobby of the clinic twine leash in hand. Gizmo had injured his paw, most [&helli
By Julia Voyt Pages and pages of 12 size Times New Roman are bled across the paper feverishly, introductions and statistics under methods and conclusions. Not eating food and my bicep is smaller this week I talk faster to my family and I write, write, write. The earth outside smells different and sw
By Emma Gail Compton I made the table I eat dinner at. The wood was cheap but sturdy. The stain I chose is a dark oaky red and makes the small round table seem more expensive than it was. One could find something similar at any store, but this table, my table, I made. I […]
