A Faithful Housewife by Dale Champlin

after Federico García Lorca, An Unfaithful Housewife Translated from the Spanish by Conor O’Callaghan When I led Haroldto my rock by the pondI wondered if he was a virginthough he would soon be my husband. Would he guess that I was not?It took me so long to answer for myself—what does it mean to be a virgin?The peepers were chirping their lullaby. Was it the … Continue reading A Faithful Housewife by Dale Champlin

How Did Harold Die? by Dale Champlin

I ask, just to pass the time. Today for the first timein a long string of days,Old Shoe is lucid. “He died in an avalanche.No, it was a house firewhile I was on vacation. A car crash,” she said,“No wait, he was deliveringthe mail and a semi flattenedhis cart. He was a lumberjackand a widow-maker got him. Hewas cut in two by a freight train.He was … Continue reading How Did Harold Die? by Dale Champlin

Old by Christoffer Felix Wahlberg

We are getting old Our blood is thick and gravelly  Pumped up noisily through traffic jam  Veins passing abandoned arteries along the way    We are told in unison  That at our age breathing is important But we talk, and quickly come to the conclusion That less is more  So we hold hands and breath and memories Squeezing tighter  As days creak by   Together we imagine a lightning purge  And two smoldering wheelchairs  Drifting … Continue reading Old by Christoffer Felix Wahlberg

Spider by Sarah LaRue

A spiderlanded somehow in mybathroom trash basket,dancing frantically among tissues.I told her in a singsong voiceI wanted freedom for her,lowering a short glass with folded paperangling to evacuate. She found corners in the bag insideand skittered to climb the crinkling plasticexhausted then retreating to a fold.I urged her on a minute longer and then scoffedsome creatures might just rather die—maybe more prefer a death they … Continue reading Spider by Sarah LaRue

Familiar Strangers by Nadia Telenchuk

The night before the moon was roundI saw two familiar strangers in the streetThe air was late and tipsyAnd magnificentScentFull of sound I saw two familiar strangersSharing a moment of truthTheir black suitsSuiting the deep-dark clothOf the nightWhich screamed to be young White collars were hidingThe little secretsUnder their collarbonesMoving slowly up and down and up and downIn the slightest attemptsNot to breathe I saw … Continue reading Familiar Strangers by Nadia Telenchuk

Papal Ejaculations by Joe McAvoy

(CNN) – [Pope Emeritus] Benedict also wrote that he believes celibacy carries “great significance” and is “truly essential” as a priest’s path to God becomes the foundation of his life. “The call to follow Jesus is not possible without this sign of freedom and of renunciation of all commitments,” he wrote. “Celibacy must penetrate, with its requirements, all of the attitudes of existence.”  Retired Pope … Continue reading Papal Ejaculations by Joe McAvoy

First Kiss by Christina E. Petrides

Her first kiss was nothing like the movies.There were no swelling symphonies,soft-glowing lights or slow motion spins.He was neither royal nor redeemed.Their lips stumbled in rigid inexperience,and unlike magnets or puzzle pieces,they did not fit perfectly together.His heart raced. Hers did not,yet she detailed the unprecedented momentin a raw message to a long-suffering friend. Continue reading First Kiss by Christina E. Petrides

N.O.T. by Christoffer Felix Wahlberg

I am not angry it is merely my fists that are restless and your face that seems so soft  I am not hungry it’s simply that my teeth enjoy a challenge  and the risk of chocking is such great entertainment  I am not horny it is just that I have this thing and you have those things and wouldn’t it be a shame to let them all go to waste  I am not dying it is … Continue reading N.O.T. by Christoffer Felix Wahlberg

When Will You Accept Yourself?: Milk Fed

We don’t choose to exist on this earth any more than we choose who our mother might be. Accordingly, Melissa Broder’s latest, Milk Fed, wields Mother as the crux of Rachel’s daily struggle. Just three years after the release of The Pisces, Broder is building on an oeuvre of highly specialized neuroticism. The kind, they say, is unique to the Semitic mindset. And oh how … Continue reading When Will You Accept Yourself?: Milk Fed