about What Do Spiders Dream About?PoetryWhat Do Spiders Dream About?Shannon Frost Greenstein"what do spiders dream about/succulent flies/the perfect web/early-morning summer breezes drifting over an exoskeleton dotted with dew"Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Yeast: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love to BakeFictionYeast: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love to BakeAva HedoufStep 1: Gather your ingredients This is the way my story starts. Not at 1pm on a Saturday afternoon, fetal,…Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about The Thing That Is Not Her SonFictionThe Thing That Is Not Her SonFrancesca Della Bona"Her son-shaped thing never answers. It looks back at her with pits instead of eyes, black and bottomless. She digs deeper and deeper into them - clawing, searching - and she knows that one day she won’t be able to re-emerge."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Stream in the CanyonPoetryStream in the CanyonJanice Odell"This big love, like a / clear, meandering / stream in the canyon, / has faithfully shaped us."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about DysphoniaPoetryDysphoniaEdith Friedman"Turning a mother voice on and off. Slow at saying some things / in America. Regret never singing in a rock band."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about And I’ll Be Out All NightPoetryAnd I’ll Be Out All NightJill Michelle"Radio on, we ride the gray snake of highway through New England / October—the shock of saffron-shot treetops and tangerine leaves / Always startling"Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Shelf DreamsPoetryShelf DreamsJill Michelle"I hope / to create something / good enough to stay, wait / for that other child of ten / dropped at the local library / branch while Mom runs Saturday errands"Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Sea MotherPoetrySea MotherEdith Friedman"Her sea children, better prize, mid-size / when they sun themselves on ancient rock / she smells the dripping fuzz of their hard heads."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Creation of Eve/Sleep of AdamPoetryCreation of Eve/Sleep of AdamRuth Towne"The bones of my ribcage articulate to one / another under my skin, hidden roots / that have yet to produce. I wait for symbol, / for my bones to reduce."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Mannequin DepictionsNonfictionMannequin DepictionsAmanda Bramley"An imminent storm brewed foreboding clouds. They gathered in future skies. With Ethan’s small body curled on mine, I couldn’t see what was hovering in our horizon."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace