by Kaitlyn Badger-Turner It was fall of 1944 in Auschwitz Birkenau when Joseph’s will to live was almost completely snuffed from him. He collapsed face first in the thick mud, barely registering people shuffling around his crumpled figure. A young woman with shaved hair and sunken cheeks eventually turned him…
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Please, Allow Me to Apologize for My Entire Species
by Emily Eddins You could have gone on indefinitelyIf it weren’t for usAll you seals, sea lions, walrusesLooking for the melted iceYou used to breed on, sleep on, nurse onWe took thatConsider yourself evictedIt won’t be coming back Sorry we didn’t invite you to theclimate change mitigation conferenceSorry we forgot…
Lie to Me
by K.A. Wright Lie to me in the daytimeTell me you don’t recallBut tonightfor one nightI am your tasty truth Disown the weight of my nameDiscard me somewhere darkCut your eyesTurn your backclose the doorthen open it again tonight Lace my drink with poisonDestroy any guilty dropsbut tonightthis nightI’ll bleed…
That’s the Puzzle
by Regina Thomas We’d needed a trip to get away. From what, I’m not sure. But Geneve said we needed to get away, so we got away. The first night I was the one who made the mistake of discovery. I’d been looking around for any possible entertainment after determining…
Message to My Dead Wife (After Mei Yao Chen)
by George Freek The generations come and gowith endless repetition,as people travel along the roadand pass away in due time,as spring flowers or winter snows.It’s something we all know.In a few hours I’ll be sitting withanother woman, drinking wine,trying to make new memoriesto forget our past.Perhaps it’s not tragic,but it…
The Good, Bad and Definitely Ugly
by Livingston (This story contains drug use and overdose) There wasn’t any sign that Jordan had been crying alone on the rooftop when Isaac called out to her. No Swift or Sheeran playing at max volume. Just her and the fog and the red glow from the bridge lights on…
Finery and Grace
by Steven R Weiner There was a thin dignifiedUpright old ladyAt the front counter –You know the type – they gatherIn churches and other sanctuaries –Paying for her toast and tea with small change.I wondered what she meant by saying“I was up late watching the moonMending its silver-haired cloud fineryWith…
My Female Silent Hero
by Jessica Hensley Students at Southern New Hampshire University were invited to submit essays in celebration of women’s contributions to society, with a focus on a particular woman who inspired the writer to share her story. This essay was chosen to be published in The Penmen Review on International Women’s…
When the Heart Closes
by Jennifer Page My dad was fascinated by quantum physics. “The physics that explains how everything works: the best description we have of the nature of the particles that make up matter and the forces with which they interact.” (New Scientist) My favorite time of day when I was five was when…
Late Morning Coffee
by Ralph Souders The last cars of a slow moving, westbound freight train clamored noisily through the empty, Riverside station as Jack Archer prepared to brew some more coffee. The rush hour had long since passed and he had sold about eighty cups of his hearty, hot beverages that morning. Soon…