Linked Stories by Siel Ju
The coffee spill added a familiar sentiment to an otherwise simple postcard.
Holiday Inn by Kathleen Nalley
After the bruised body recovered, after being shoved
into a car, after the knot in the temple subsided after
a platter of fried chicken smashed into her head, her
mamma took her girls to the Holiday Inn and hid.
Five O’clock Rush & by The Knight’s Move by David Lehman
The nurse left work at five o’clock. My heart stopped beating at 5:01. There
was no one in the room when I died and no one to notice the miracle of my return
to consciousness.
The Oboist & The Revolution Passed Me By by Maureen Seaton
The only way we can properly forge into a
dark future is to bring along our oboes. Bring
them high. Bring them low.
Five Prose Poems by Denise Duhamel
Once upon a time there was elaborate plumbing, then people started shitting in
the woods again. Once we worshipped goddesses who bore children—now we
want mothers back to work in twelve weeks.