on the thirty-first of october, 1517, martin luther published his ninety five theses. his protest burned into the oak doors of a candy colored righteousness. on the third of december, 2017—oh holy night—a chapel chorus tenor in a faux dutch church fell from the graces with a nail and a hammer
Sometimes I wish I was Lilac flowers bundled together with twine White fluffy cardigan in a field of daisies Reading Jane Austen with the gold lined porcelain tea set beside me Or rather maybe sipping Earl Grey tea Studying Thoreau in a dimly lit coffee shop The smell of Vermont swirling around
In imitation of “Litany of Failed Lines from Previous Poems” by Susan Nguyen We are hurricanes. I am all sighs and gasps when our lips collide. I forgive you for that time you said you didn’t want to get married but then professed me as your wife to your brother’s best friend. Y
By Lindsay Jankowski Cookbook for life Imagine life came with a cookbook, chock full of suggestions and answers to all of life’s problems. Unsure how to approach your mom about changing your career? Consult page 552 on “mother-daughter conflict” for a step-by-step list. Think you’re going
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 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 […]
