Sparrow, Crow by Chuck Rosenthal
Diosa met Ruth Sparrow in a poetry writing workshop that Sparrow offered while visiting UVA in Charlottesville, Virginia.
Fun House by Robert Scotellaro
She’d gotten the fun house mirrors at an auction and had them put up in the spare bedroom.
Fifty Bucks Leftover by Leonard Kress
My husband buys me earrings and hands them to me. I take the box, pry open the lid.
In the Shape of by Matthew Fogarty
That day it was cloudy and there was a grinding noise of gears coming off the clouds muscling into and out of each other, gears like on a car or a freight train but like they’d been winter-rusted.
Vapid by Cooper Renner
Sure, it looked like there were grapes in his jeans. No doubt. This was his fantasy: she’d come and peel him out of his shell, not even say please.