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Nag Champa by Chris Drabick

I didn’t believe that magic could work, not even a little, but I didn’t know what else to pursue. I’d run out of options, as they say. She didn’t want me back; that much was clear. What’s to be done when someone doesn’t want you around anymore? I’m not an idea man. I played hard…

Mother’s Day Issue

So, we took a bit of a detour at the barn gate and decided to try something new: compiling an issue (instead of individual posts, as per usual). It’s been awhile since the cows used InDesign, so this was no small feat. We appreciate all of the amazing women who submitted their poetry, but wanted to…

Grounded by Aparna Reddi

I held a balloon in one hand and reached for Sela’s with the other. Our fingers locked, my heart flew. I let helium seep from the balloon and sucked it in. My voice came out squeaky, unrecognizable, like it belonged to someone else. “I love you,” it said. Sela’s lips, puckered around her own balloon,…