I was meant to be left-handed,but when my pencil dancedfrom side to side across my page,through my fingers, between myContinueContinue reading ““Why I am Not Left-Handed” by Wrendolyn Klotzko”
Monthly Archives: December 2025
“Sunday January Jams” by Wrendolyn Klotzko
The music melts deadbolt ice.Half-frozen hermits drink beer and eat ham sittingon folding chairs and couches held up by 2X4s.OrangeContinueContinue reading ““Sunday January Jams” by Wrendolyn Klotzko”
“I’m Scared My Boss Knows I’m a Lizard” by Wrendolyn Klotzko
Admittedly, it is because I am getting worse at hiding it.He watches molted skin fall from under my shirt’s cuffsandContinueContinue reading ““I’m Scared My Boss Knows I’m a Lizard” by Wrendolyn Klotzko”
“Fastest Fashion” by Jay Hesser
Who in the world has the fastest fashion? Those who don’t think of outfits for today, But what will be worn forContinueContinue reading ““Fastest Fashion” by Jay Hesser”
“Sunflowers for Keisha” by Bailey Peters
The dry grass and loose roots dug into my thighs as I sat in the heart of my garden. ItContinueContinue reading ““Sunflowers for Keisha” by Bailey Peters”
“Goodbye, Mr. Wonderful” by Mattie Frascella
Honestly, it’s not like he was drop-dead gorgeous.He was average.Okay, slightly better than average.He was adequate.Taller than most, but inContinueContinue reading ““Goodbye, Mr. Wonderful” by Mattie Frascella”
“Never Again Begins” by Mattie Frascella
Whispered liesAre louder than you think.An octopusIs more easily eatenIn small bites. Do you believeThat ordinary peopleAre capableOf hatredandUnfathomableatrocities? DoContinueContinue reading ““Never Again Begins” by Mattie Frascella”
“Bugs” by Mattie Frascella
In a backyard, messed and wild,Nature’s chaos is compiled.Soggy grass beneath my seat,A realm forlorn, where soft I meet. TheContinueContinue reading ““Bugs” by Mattie Frascella”
“How nice of you to ask” by Morgan Gibby
What do you want to call it—proof of great resilience? Certainly not. A pitiful habit carried young and quiet?No—There are hundreds ofContinueContinue reading ““How nice of you to ask” by Morgan Gibby”
“Oath” by Morgan Gibby
And when I’m touched(if I’m touched…)tenderI sense a loss that is beyond what I can fathom It’s a feeling soContinueContinue reading ““Oath” by Morgan Gibby”