Homelessness stops time. The brisk tick-tock of indoor living Dissolves in wind and rain like the chalk Scribbles no one pays for, bleeding on the road Ann Rosenthal lives in New Zealand. Her poetry is featured in NZ Poetry 2018 and multiple US journals, as well as in an upcoming national exhibition of women artists….
Month: October 2018
Issue 14.1 – Nonfiction
He was coming down the street toward me. Today. When I was going to my physiotherapist’s office for treatment, after an operation. Years ago, I would have broken into a sweat at the sight of him, wondering what to say. Or not say. This time, he recognized me, flagging me down, and I, with an…
Issue 14.1 – Fiction
In the beginning, God created heaven and earth. And God said, “Let there be love!” And there appeared before him a vast spread of playing cards. And God said to the archangel Azrael, “What is this?” And Azrael replied, “Your greatness, this is the game of Memory.” And God said to the angel, “How do we…
Issue 14.1 – Poetry
Once I loved with my eyes closed. I reached out, asked the goddesses and foremothers for strength. Open my chest, I said, and birth me a girl whose body bleeds with the power of every woman who walked before her, who knew the possibility of an exposed heartbeat. And they did. I placed my own…
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