Long Distance I couldn’t fall asleep so I tried to reach across the plains and touch your buzzed hair but I wasn’t sure you’d be awake Katherine Cooley is a collection of many things including poet, freelance musician, private lesson teacher, speech coach, and barista. She is thrilled to have her first published poem next…
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The Little Things – Microwork
The Big Apple Sometimes it’s hard to believe you’ve reached the garden when everybody keeps searching for gold, picking desperately at flakes of mica in the sidewalks tearing the roads apart to dig out the dream. Rebecca Cohen is a graduate of the Olin Business School at Washington University in St. Louis, where she…
The Little Things – Microwork
Writing in the Early Morning I write best at 3 a.m. when my mind has long gone and all that is left is my heart and your memory Joie Bauman is a young, emerging writer from Holmdel, New Jersey who is currently studying social work at a small community college. She coaches club track and…
The Little Things – Microwork
Girl Pants The quickest way to get me to say “the patriarchy is bullshit” is to make me aware of the depth of men’s pockets. Rheanna Haaland (she/her/they/them) is the 3rd place winner of the 2018 Erotica Grand SlaMN Championship for spoken word poetry. Their work has appeared most recently in “Auk Contraire”…
The Little Things – Microwork
The Dangers of Spirituality I set my hair on fire this morning. Black flakes, oddly geometric, peppering the floor, my first priority was to clean them all up, pressing down on each one with my pointer finger, only then did I remember that my hair might still be on fire, a halo, a crown Olivia…
The Little Things – Microwork
Jornada del Muerto You’d dashed in just before closing, but your temporary license ruined everything. The manager was so sorry but her hands were tied. New state law, apparently. No rental car for you. “Hey – you need to get to Socorro?” The younger clerk’s drawl crept out from beneath his generic name tag, hugging…
The Little Things – Microwork
Reckoning of a River The river’s bank was quiet. It gave no response, not even when the girl dipped her toes into the shallow parts of the water, swaying her feet back and forth. The river had its own language, she supposed, one she didn’t understand, or was not allowed to understand because it spoke…
The Little Things – Microwork
Sing it is too much to bear knowing you this way I must sing to the birds the trees understand Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, and a widely published poet. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two…
The Little Things – Microwork
Prima You had bested the sandy trudge, and stood at the asphalt’s edge next to her. The others were still shoreside and invisible. Perfect. You’d offer to carry her across. Yes. Eons of waiting for the right moment had been worth it. But all you did was watch. She gingerly descended onto the scorching parking…
The Little Things – Microwork
The Teacher To us kids, he was a leviathan wielding a cane. His head touched the sky. Now he lies shriveled in his hospital bed. And I still check to see if my shoes are polished. Hema is an Indian-American writer who lives in Singapore with her husband and her four-year-old daughter. Her work…
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