Two Flash by Kristen MacKenzie

Bear and Moon I close my eyes in order to see the path of my blood as it coils in my womb and muscles its way through the curves and cul-de-sacs hidden by skin hidden by clothing. I want to take my clothes off and lie in the bathtub and let nothing cover me so…

Look by Sarah Gailey

“It’s a boy!” Caroline raised her head a few inches to see the thing the doctor held up—a loud, purple thing, covered in white smears of vernix. She let her head drop. Her vision blurred with fatigue. The past thirty-seven hours had been pain and blood and screaming and working and waiting and then pushing,…

Three Flash by J. Bradley

Blip, Blip, Blip Helen grips my hand when she sees the tumor on the screen. The sonographer moves the wand. The obstetrician points out the thing that makes the tumor a boy. Helen glances up at me. She doesn’t know how hard I practiced giving her a look that says “I’m happy that we’re doing…

The Reenactment by Ashley Hutson

I live in a town where the dead outnumber the living and always have. In September, men in costumes overtake the town. They shoot real guns stuffed with fake bullets. They stoke real fires in my backyard and smoke Camel Lights while drinking from Dasani bottles wrapped in burlap. There are tents. The air is…

Long Legs by Zain Saeed

Man, woman, man, woman Woman fire, man water Man, woman, man, woman And sand. This was the first “poem” ever recorded after we found our language once again. It took us almost six hundred years, six centuries to figure out we could do other things with words than use them to ask each other if…