A Garden Grows in Scarborough

A Garden Grows in Scarborough

Poetry by Caitlyn Costa  With one eye, you watch your husband’s feet arrive at the bed three hours late. Turning on your side, there is no couch for him to retreat to. Your pain cracks linoleum, rots wintermelon on the vine. Three girls to raise on egg and peanut...
Bush Poem

Bush Poem

Poetry by Taylor Tieder I like to think the term bush       came about because a woman in 1969     forgot to zip up her flared jeans and started parading down the street.    It took two daft looks for her       to realize the draft by her fly. She glanced at the...
In Defense of Intimacy

In Defense of Intimacy

Nonfiction by Noa Zapin I fell in love with the woman who gave me my first stick-and poke. It was on my hip, right underneath the place where the bone juts out. She grabbed the top of my thigh and instructed me to hold onto the couch cushion, not her hand. But the...
Reflections of a Wedding

Reflections of a Wedding

for my big sister Poetry by Brenna Dean I choked back a sob as I tapped my bridesmaid’s speech onto my phone’s screen, caught between each redefined notion of our family, who nurtures the estrangement gene. But you are a constant, big sister. You were Mom when Mom...
Swim Lessons

Swim Lessons

Poetry by Christin Hardee I laid in bed, arms crossed across my chest, my legs and feet hugged at the ankles, like when you go down a water slide or lie inside a coffin in the ground. I liked the stillness and the warmth of fellowship with darkened space when I...