by Valerie Laken | Mar 1, 2020 | Poetry
By Ainsley McIlnay Don’t lecture me about reliability.I was that three a.m. phone operatorand a taxi driver in the darkest hours.
by Valerie Laken | Mar 1, 2020 | Fiction
Fiction by M.B. Kopchick Do I need it? Do I deserve it? Will it make me happy? These were the questions she asked herself as she pushed the small, two-tiered shopping cart through the supermarket. The answer was almost always no, so by the time she was walking...
by Valerie Laken | Feb 1, 2020 | Poetry
By Megan Feringa I left my heart at a thrift store in Munichwhere it will probably only go for ten euros,maybe fifteen on a good day and that’s assuming there are good days. Some days I sit and only want to be a vegetable or a fisherman or nothing at all. ...
by Valerie Laken | Feb 1, 2020 | Poetry
By Sarah Poduba Boy with brown eyes melts me into thick and sticky batter. He brings me to a boil then drops pasta (bowties are his favorite) into me. Briefly he bakes me until I’m warm and gooey, he calls me baby. He broods like he’s burnt out. Blatant with...
by Valerie Laken | Feb 1, 2020 | Fiction
Fiction by Malena Steelberg Time Since Theft: 30 Minutes Really upset, just called Mom. Someone raided laundry 23 minutes into dryer cycle and stole favorite circa 2003 Britney Spears light-wash bejeweled, denim, flare pants with embossed-relief floral pattern...