November 1, 2018

Market Day II

By Katy Lederer

I slapped my chickens with a ruler as they looked at their privates— they were ashamed and walked as if they were kings. I had punctured the chest of the […]

November 1, 2018

That’s the Job

By Edward Hirsch

That’s the job, he said, shrugging his shoulders and running his hand through his hair, like Dante, or a spider that knows its web, That’s just the job, he repeated […]

November 1, 2018

Market Day

By Katy Lederer

It was the market day and I had rented a stile by which I could number my patrons; and a tree, so that I could plant something living by my […]

November 1, 2018

The Task

By Edward Hirsch

You never expected to spend so many hours staring down an empty sheet of lined paper in the harsh inner light of an all-night diner, ruining your heart over mug […]

November 1, 2018

The Money

By Eloisa Amezcua

after Bobby Chacon I don’t care about the title I’m in this for the money I care about the title I care about the money I’m in this for the […]