Floret
by Cindy Hunter Morgan When I see a dandelion in my yard, I usually dig it up and throw it in the compost. I know I should eat my dandelions or make wine from them or wait for them to turn to fuzz and then … Continue readingFloret
by Cindy Hunter Morgan When I see a dandelion in my yard, I usually dig it up and throw it in the compost. I know I should eat my dandelions or make wine from them or wait for them to turn to fuzz and then … Continue readingFloret
by Annie Lampman He ignored me and gave the hoe another swing—another black earth bite in a long row of teeth. The chicken feet strung around his neck settled below his collarbone. They were yellow and horned, the feet, nails curved enough to look threatening, … Continue readingAll That Lies Beneath
by Cindy House This is the road you take twice a week to pick up your son. These are the traffic lights you stop for or rush through, depending on the minutes glowing at you from your dashboard clock. There is the dinosaur miniature golf … Continue readingTurnpike
by Lisa Allen Editor’s note: This piece exceeds the commonly accepted word count of 1000 words, but what Lisa has done here is extraordinary. This comes from Lily Poetry Review’s inaugural issue, and is an example of the kind of experimental writing we love to … Continue readingNotes for My Daughter As She Preps for Her Most Public Sexual Assault
by Lucy Zhang * There are too many ways to cook potatoes, the man thought as he glanced at the menu and then placed it face down on the wooden table even though he could have and likely should have examined his food options more … Continue readingPotatoes on the Side