By: Mary Kane I said I said we ought to eat more poetry in translation until we learn to read Spanish and Japanese, but though I said I said it, I didn’t say it; I only said I did. But it was enough, my saying I said it because we did it then. We went…

By: Brianna Perkow Yesterday I saw dragons outside my window,soaring through the sky on their enormous wings, spewing fire from their great maws.The day before I saw a woman in red walkingdown the road, her face covered with a whiteveil, and she looked sad.Last week there was a warrior outside mywindow, fighting for hope and…

By: Mike Rainnie Sometimes when I’m sitting watching TV or idle at my desk at work my right hand grips an imaginary baseball.  I can feel it like it was really there. I haven’t thrown a baseball for at least ten years, and yet my body remembers those days when I held a ball, a…

By: Mike Rainnie Watching fishing vessels from my office windowGliding offshore on the outgoing tideTakes me back to my work as a fisherman,Heading out in the pre-dawn dark.Throbbing diesel underfoot—our faces in the wheelhouse Lit by the gentle glow of radar and GPS screens,Savoring coffee from styrofoam, warm in our cupped handsAnd muted conversation about…

By: Mike Rainnie My wife and I are going to the Tax Guy tonight. I look forward to this about as much as I do getting root canal surgery or a colonoscopy. I can never really get excited about money— To me money is simply a necessary component of everyday life— If I have enough…

By: Mike Rainnie Fish Gods, hear my prayer! Somehow I lost a fillet the other day as I was cutting the three rainbows my grandson and I caught. I had three fish, and I only ended up with five fillets. So, Fish Gods, don’t punish me by not letting me catch fish in the future,…

By: Mike Rainnie My grandson reaches both arms up to me to be picked up as he staggers along with his 1 year old gait in his footed pajamas. When I have him in my arms, he turns his toothless smile up at me and points to things around the room that catch his eye:…

By: Celia Killion grassy fields bloomthe howl of winteris tricklinglight and daybetween a whisperit is spring

By: Jessica Connelly YouthRomanticWriting in LinesLike Maillais’ grammar-impaired OpheliaDrowning in flowersSchoolRigidAuthor’s Title Concerns summaryThesis man versus natureThree reasons whyThus thrust upon usCollegeSelf-SabotageTook too much time to learnHow to build on structureNot to be crushed by itLearned wellThrived in scaffoldingPostGuidelessJob securedWriting desire remained, rekindledNo Pepys, daily diaristHard to start, hard to structure, hard to finishWriting for…