By Mary Mulholland you ask why i keep cigarettes if i don’t smoke never notice scars under my clothes & last night we argued because i squeezed the middle of the toothpaste as if that mattered the world to you when you said i was weird i pulled the duvet over my head with a sheet until i heard you were sleeping. then tiptoed down switched the iron to linen waited until the light went out then pressed the tip on my

By Jessie McLean Would that it be me, not them that is insane. My sacrifice to a world too dear to leave to a dream. I need to be wrong about what I see. Even reasonable people I know are talking about civil war, how neighbors will shoot neighbors dead like doves, painted on the steps of their own doors, like cattle corralled and panicked, like leaves leaving too soon for fall. A story is raped a number of ways. First by a man, then by the law. Choice quakes like tall gra

By Alan Dunnett You gave five, which seemed a lot. I gave three against my better judgment. I gave three exceptionally and regretfully. Just one can be more than enough. You act like these stupid end-of-email kisses are real. No, they mean less than nothing. At last, our poor communication is at an end. Relief is palpable. We go down to the dirty old river and step to the bridge and its Roman pillars slowly with stones in our pockets. Then we actually kiss but not five