And so, the sexual assaults continued.
The police did their part, but it was not the part that the law called for. They did all they could, but still, protest persisted.
Eventually, the cops hauled in Huge. That name was the only one anyone alive knew for him — even … view
James Croal Jackson
I open my eyes and watch the tiny feet do their little dance under the door. I squeeze my eyes shut, open them again, and watch an exact replay. One more time to be sure. I close and open my eyes, and the third performance lets me know all is … view
Girl who rises from the ash heap of Domremy, girl brown
as your father’s cattle, you are cinder-smirched, embered
until even your eyes burn black. Like most heroines in these stories
you have two sisters, and a destiny. Your sisters, Catherine
and Margaret, who we … view
Richard King Perkins II
A newfound anti-algorithm will either bring us together
or prevent us from ever meeting.
We are muted orange and neither of us
is to be believed; burdened by deniers that our mutual vision
somehow extends across solder shades and antimony countryside.
My mouth … view
The fire ants were the first to know.
Grain by grain
they stacked their hills
five feet high.
Deep reds and brown.
Towering over my head.
But no one seemed to notice them.
We packed our belongings,
And moved them to … view
“Thomas,” said Richie. “It’s a good sound. I like it: it suits you. What do you think, Olivia?”
“I think it’s wonderful.” Thomas could see her breasts swaying under the purple velvet robe. Maybe that was it. “And your new look absolutely suits you. It’s like, a … view
Hester L. Furey
At the train station a small sting on the face
only a month back would have sent her
into panic, guilt, and shame.
Today she rubs it and forgets.
The sensation is the same.
No narrative freight now,