Poetry by Dana Jaye Cadman
Nova Dad under the Chevy Nova with a cigarette in the driveway Gentle so the ashes don’t fall by the front yard by the crabapple tree...
42.1 Josh Humphrey
Superman Suite: Lex Luthor Wake up 5:45. Dry toast. Lap in the pool. Scotch rocks. Kiss the picture of my mother. I build a vacuum...
42.1 Chelsea Dingman
Recovery is Memory Whatever the sound, where it comes from, what it makes you feel, you want a surrender that doesn’t sound like any...
42.1 Elizabeth Hoover
Our Waste and Our Potential When an object enters a museum’s collection, it is assigned an accession number, consisting of the date of...
42.1 Eleanor Goodman
Afterbirth What was left in the sink was blood so pink and pale it looked bloodless perhaps they call that tissue two weeks after giving...
42.1 James Lineberger
the time when I found out about patsy she called me up one o’clock one morning and said would I come check on her frigerator something’s...