December 30, 2018

My Other Mother's Red Mercedes

By Walter Bargen

Literary Press, Lamar University

Walter Bargen’s My Other Mother’s Red Mercedes lays bare the emotional burden, trauma, and quotidian drudgery of caring for a parent who has toppled over into dementia. Bargen’s mother looms...

December 22, 2018

"That lady is on a mission to corrupt our women!"

Mrs. Mittal's caustic words reverberated through me as I hurried past her through the bustling veggie market.


I’d grown accustomed to the sneering remarks of Mrs. Mittal, the matriarch of our landlord family. The...

December 22, 2018


      Angel started out in the morning from Lake City, Florida in his blue, beat-up Skylark, going west on I-10 with Casey at his side and her husband's dead body in the trunk. He drove the whole day before s...

December 22, 2018

     “I would urge you to get here as soon as possible,” the hospital psychiatrist said. “How soon would that be?”

     It was already late morning. How would she get there? Should she fly or try to drive? Questions pounded her brain. She’d never been to LA, w...

December 22, 2018

Arriving at the bar half an hour late I point out, “I’ve ended up looking sort of Russian,” and the two of them laugh. The garb is bootleg stretch denims with a dragon design down one thigh, and a silky knit v-neck in fresh wound red – sexy, of a kind, but neither clas...

December 22, 2018

     Like Clark Kent, I knew I had powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal boys. Even so, I probably shouldn’t have climbed that tree by myself.

     The bigger boys could climb it using the boards nailed into an almost-ladder, but I usually used the e...

December 22, 2018

Paige Riehl


Terrapin Books

Although Suspension is Paige Riehl’s debut collection, she is an accomplished, award-winning poet.  Jude Nutter and Oliver de la Paz selected Riehl as winner of the 2012-2013 Loft Mentor Series in Poetry in Minneapolis. Riehl also wo...

December 22, 2018

was written at the airport

heading back home with her girls

during the split  – for a breath

of fresh air.

She prepared the bags before,

trying to decide which case to take:

a large trunk, a receptacle

like a chest,

big enough to pack a dead body

or a simple carry on, a hold al...

December 22, 2018

The last monarch in Ontario climbs from a split

chrysalis to sip long days of wild nectar, then rise,

pump and glide, pump and glide for weeks toward

winter rest deep in a forest grove of Mexico.

In warm spring air, she stirs and mates, then  

migrates back to Texas, arrivi...

December 22, 2018

Three years the white flowers

have bloomed from the tense

narrow green shoots, dormant

for months, now, the nerve curling

around inside a glass bowl as if

it were a beginner. I am

reflective and filthy, in this

house, looking inside the gaps

in the floorboards

for substance, as...

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