Fiction

Short Story

You tell her you love her the day she graduates. It’s a carefree spring morning, the perfect kind for the endurance training you sometimes did—

Natalie Wee

Poetry

“Let’s be in love for just tonight,” you said, When I had better things to do in red High heels. Encircling your big bad bed

LindaAnn Loschiavo

Poetry

Floral straight jackets hiding women
It’s too pretty to get dirty.

Neth Brown

Poetry

I. I see a video of women cycling in short dresses talking of how not to flash. They wide-angled their legs, pull the back of

Rochelle Potkar

Fiction

Have you ever met someone who makes you question everything you’ve ever wanted?

Kelly Dasta

Fiction

In the bedroom they used to share, the real estate agent opens the blinds, letting in the mid- morning sun, then walks toward the desk

Melissa Williams