Photographic Evidence – Emmy Moore
My brother loved bones. George collected pictures of skeletons from archaeological digs, some cobbled together like a child’s art project,...
My brother loved bones. George collected pictures of skeletons from archaeological digs, some cobbled together like a child’s art project,...
I thought I was falling in love one summer, but I was only getting addicted to cigarettes. The guy, he...
Characters: HOOD: A teenage girl. Wearing a big, impressive red cloak, has lots of daggers strapped all over her, complete...
Nikoletta Nousiopoulos is a mother, wife, and poet who resides in Southeastern Connecticut. She published all the dead goats in...
It happens like it does in old movies. Milo walks home down some winding country road, humming the appropriate John...
My sister and her second husband are screaming on the front lawn. She’s drunk, he’s drunk, and it’s Christmas—the season,...
I could have died that morning and no one would have been the wiser. The thieves fled on foot. Nobody...
After Donald Keefe’s Lightwell (Au Sable Forks Papermill) (2016) Even with light beaming through the stilted arch like erasure, the...
Let’s fall down the well, kissing; take our time, sweeten buckets. Michael Hoerman is a poet from the Ozarks. He...
Somewhere in the multiverse, somewhere past a black hole, I turn right at a silver asteroid and coast into the...
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