11Feb 21, 2022
Jim Ross jumped into creative pursuits in 2015 after a rewarding career in public health research. With a graduate degree from Howard University, in six years he’s published nonfiction, poetry, and photography in over 175 journals and anthologies on five continents. Publications include 580 Split, Bombay Gin, Burningword, Camas, Columbia Journal, Hippocampus, Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 21, 2022. 12Feb 21, 2022
Jim Ross jumped into creative pursuits in 2015 after a rewarding career in public health research. With a graduate degree from Howard University, in six years he’s published nonfiction, poetry, and photography in over 175 journals and anthologies on five continents. Publications include 580 Split, Bombay Gin, Burningword, Camas, Columbia Journal, Hippocampus, Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 21, 2022. 13Feb 21, 2022
Jim Ross jumped into creative pursuits in 2015 after a rewarding career in public health research. With a graduate degree from Howard University, in six years he’s published nonfiction, poetry, and photography in over 175 journals and anthologies on five continents. Publications include 580 Split, Bombay Gin, Burningword, Camas, Columbia Journal, Hippocampus, Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 21, 2022. 14Feb 21, 2022
(in memory of Lavinia Andronicus) how many times have you found yourself on your knees begging for life for redemption for what is yours, stolen? the slick on your legs is but dried blood stretched out on skin. your god watched the rest of it drip back into the earth. your uncle watched the rest […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 21, 2022. 15Feb 21, 2022
i. self-destruction They’re standing on the banks of a river — in a gully – cutting through a wall of emerald foliage kin: The trees know all of our secrets. After all, we hide them in the curves of her voluptuous leaves and pray the silver lining doesn’t unravel —phloem intact, xylem singing. We are […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 21, 2022. 16Feb 21, 2022
Olivia runs her hand up and down the glass. Blue Moon swirls, drops of condensation pooling in the lines of her palm. She wants to wipe her hand on her thighs, but she came straight from work and is wearing a dress. The water droplets will show. She doesn’t want Tom to see. Her eyes […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 21, 2022. 17Feb 21, 2022
The pine martin watches, the wren takes flight, as men circle ‘round and the cutting begins. When it is finished, her rings Will tell the story – if anyone stops to look. Some parts dark and heavy, others soft, almost silver in the light. The measure of her final age as a tree, the last […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 21, 2022. 18Feb 21, 2022
driving home from the orthodontist this morning, I’m thinking about the way birds fly while peaches are ripe & dew-damp & eager & you can’t help but let the juice explode inside your mouth & have you ever seen a hummingbird suckling its feeder? as if she’s trying to get out every last ounce of […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 21, 2022. 19Feb 21, 2022
Chadda told people her husband died raking leaves. This wasn’t true. He’d rolled his ankle while rushing around to bag up the leaves, but he hadn’t keeled over dead or anything. She thought this was a technicality. After he came limping into the house, she’d wrapped an ice pack in a tea towel and propped […]
Written by: marathonlitreview on February 21, 2022.