My daughter fell under the spell of fairy tales early on when, as a toddler, she watched Lady and the Tramp for the first
My daughter fell under the spell of fairy tales early on when, as a toddler, she watched Lady and the Tramp for the first
I stare at my therapist’s coffee cup the entire time she talks to me about the importance of communicating. I’m focused on
Sam’s final aching breaths, and the silence between, woke Miri, and she rose from the tangled blankets she slept on beside his
Editor’s Choice: 2020 Sandy Crimmins Poetry Contest You better hope that you’re lucky enough to die outside like a tick-ridden raccoon, bloating
Editor’s Choice: 2020 Sandy Crimmins Poetry Contest The zebrafish’s neon stripes and globe eyes flash in LEDs as our bodies marble in
Honorable Mention: 2020 Sandy Crimmins Poetry Contest Where your brother went, a river met him at the shadow’s edge, a river he
Honorable Mention: 2020 Sandy Crimmins Poetry Contest We’re twenty, nude, everything firm and responsive to the touch, soft breeze cool on our
Honorable Mention: 2020 Sandy Crimmins Poetry Contest Just before the Great War, Kandinsky took time to paint something yellow, something little, something
Runner Up: 2020 Sandy Crimmins Poetry Contest In a coastal sweatland shanty town, I vowed to clamber onto the corrugated steel roof
And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. The steel mill that sprawled across the city reached toward the
