Content Warning: The themes discussed in this piece include historical references to slavery and the Trail of Tears. By M.A. Dubbs The verse of this cityis seeped deep into the pores of itslimestone foundation. The first Hoosiers were stripped of land and homebut prose, inherited fromspoken word, was preserved.A history of generations handwoven into geometric narratives. African folktale,Continue reading “Hoosier Balladry”
By Paige Wyatt My mother leans into my shoulderA towering force shielding me From the way the world has treated herHolding the sky up with her shouldersForced to kneel when she was queen to lesser men She is not diminished now Her strength has bled into meHer hands have worked me and shaped meShe has passed herContinue reading “April 4, 1969”
By Tiffany Shull Peterson described academically rhythmic, metaphoric, lyrical described artisticallya sunset, birth, justice formed organicallyfree verse, intuition framed intentionallysonnet, haiku, an ode academically, artisticallyorganically, intentionally the poet begets the poembut life begets poetry
By Kaitlynn McShea Don’t lookat the dead animals on the crumbling concrete. They rest in between the blackened road and the untamed grass. We’re not meant to witness this. You will turn up the radio and stare straight ahead, knuckles white on the steering wheel. And you will see a gaping maw out of the corners of your eyes, Reminding you ofContinue reading “Don’t Look”
CW: death By C. Cimmone Learn more about C. in her bio on the Featured Author page.
By Raegen Pietrucha My favorite ornaments distort me to an impossible glitter, frosted silver slivers. I still remember winter trees,how their snowmelt crackledas if somewhere, a fire already called. It hasn’t yet been a year. I don’t missMidwestern cold. But there was a boy in the place I left behind – he had always seemed imperviousin his thinContinue reading “12/24”
By Noeme Grace C Tabor-Farjani “What is home quarantine? This is the voluntary “home isolation” of individuals, without signs and symptoms, who came from COVID-affected countries for the past 14 days.”—Bureau of Quarantine, Philippine Department of Health beer, window seat / at dusk, open sea breeze,peach and purple sky, / the 80s playing by aContinue reading “Quarantine Day 12”
By Noeme Grace C Tabor-Farjani for Dorcas, a friend, on her birthday What do I say? / A thousand words said / over and over again. / What else do I say? / Except the unknown, / unheard, unseen, maybe. / But what can be hidden / from the light that you are? / ThatContinue reading “What Do I Say?”
By Megan Cannella driving some backroad until it turns highwaydriving illinois until it turns iowa fishing an old antidepressantfrom the bottom of my bag sitting shotgun and heavy enough to trick the airbag sensors into thinking this purse is a life worth saving Learn more about Megan in her bio on the Featured Author page.
By Megan Cannella need to escapeneed to arrivebarely seeing or being seenam I moving at all? need to arrivefogged-over, pre-dawn Nebraska fieldsam I moving at all?tire to pavement, jagged rhythms of home fogged-over, pre-dawn Nebraska fieldsbarely seeing or being seentire to pavement, jagged rhythms of homeneed to escape Learn more about Megan in her bioContinue reading “I-80 East”