Category Archives: 2012-edition

by Mike Beasley “Hey Daddy, we shouldn’t call him Redbreast Because his breast is not red, really. It looks more like rust, like that patch On the bed of my red wagon left out in the rain, Or that rusty … Continue reading →

by Mike Beasley Well, look at you, little Ms. Malcontent. You’re a walking bazaar, a manicured marketplace, A purchased daughter donned in purchased glory, Bought tulip among tulips bought. How hot you are with the heat of production! And how … Continue reading →

by Mike Beasley Bold black eyebrows arched above Black almond eyes jutting skyward: The eyes pine for raven-flight, For the cloud-path of the ancestral clan. The cheek bones, awash in sallow green, Accentuate the red nostrils, flared contemptuous. How red, … Continue reading →

by Morgan Sagdahl

by Elizabeth Carroll Hayden Wisps of blonde swept aside dropped eyes, a black fringe rests on cheeks, plump and rose on the sand, not alone Black leather shoes and indigo frocks woven into a charcoal shield cloaked in time by pinafores … Continue reading →

by Elizabeth Carroll Hayden Gooseberries hang heavy with summer’s juice, thin branches bend beneath the weight. Black seeds enveloped in bulbous bellies, veined skin stretched, waiting to burst forth dripping. Small green worms lurk in pine trees, larvae clinging to … Continue reading →

by Yin Joon Lee  

by Alyssa Anne Westgate Our holy Sunday ritual was to drive West on the main road of our town, the only one that cut clean through so we could bleed out like mercury from a broken thermometer to a movie … Continue reading →

by Alyssa Anne Westgate I sometimes miss Los Angeles the iridescent glow of limelight creates a warmth a different temperature than the omnipresent sunshine. Effervescent particles of light seem to shoot from different dimensions, stinging like bits of asphalt bouncing … Continue reading →

by Alyssa Anne Westgate I dreamt a dream -within a dream- about my mother (she wasn’t really my mother-you know how dreams are) I ran in terror from the evil hands, the words that catch like tiger’s claws, choking the … Continue reading →