by Loren Stephens I moved to Los Angeles with my five-year-old son so that my ex-husband, a literary agent at the time, could take on some parenting responsibilities since he had no desire to travel across the country to Boston, which he had escaped after our divorce. I interviewed for…
By Jennifer Kopec Turn my back Just to please you Whap! I scream Whap! A sound I’ve grown to love Stockholm syndrome at its finest The love for the whip The love I live for The time passes by The clock ticks on Tick Tock Tick Tock The sound grows…
By Shandrease Cushionberry Emerging from the pond Fully bloomed in the rays Lotus flower bomb In the grass we lay Protect me with white heather In these summer days For autumn will arise Dormant begonia haze Stagnant brumal solitude Bring pink carnation craze And with spring in full bloom Withered…