Living between Cities by Nandini Nessa
Tags/ Posted by Jason ReynoldsA knee of stars presses down on my throat.continue reading this poem
Shillong-The District Headquarters, Windrider24584@en.wikipedia They say trace the mossy broadleaf and evergreen lip of the Pamshutia Canyon, and by charting this lesser-known route to Shillong, you’ll save an hour on a motorcycle. I weave past trucks loaded with boys and mules and freight, zooming up and down this deadly, cambering ten-kilometer stretch. Everywhere is an overwhelming [...]
The Eighteenth Hole by Christopher Lowe
Tags/ Posted by Matt DyeWe all kept grinding our respective pestles into the assigned mortars, despite the lack of intrinsic beauty.continue reading this poem
Mini-golf has become our obsession, here in the hot and cold days of February. School is back in session, has been for a month, but Alex and I skip class every afternoon and drive the thirty minutes to Starkville, to Funtimes Mini-Golf. If we had more money….
Alligator by Rachael Katz
Tags/ Posted by Jason ReynoldsThe radar watchers couldn't believe how fast, no time to sound the sirens as the air clashed and clawed the people from their homes.continue reading this poem
When Arthur Pierre was killed in a game of pick-up football, it was called a freak accident. The paper headlines repeated the phrase like an invocation over pictures that made clear and orderly the void he left behind. First, there was a photograph of us all standing outside the church on the day of his [...]
The Angels of Marie Fontaine by Kevin Alexander Boon
Tags/ Posted by Jason ReynoldsI know this is not a confession, or a questionnaire, but it is like you are a letter I can't quite get out of the envelope.continue reading this poem
There were too many angels in the house. Their dead eyes peered down on him from the fireplace mantel. They glared at him from the end tables and bookcases. They watched him shower and shave in the mornings. They watched him eat at night. Marie had even purchased a stone statue from a mortuary and placed it in the garden where it hovered over the daylilies that grew next to the brick porch, so that now even the backyard offered no refuge from them.
Marie spoke, but Peter did not hear what she said….
