prose poetry – VAGABOND CITY

AT BEITEDDINE, SUMMER 2018 by JESS RIZKALLAH

i’m from the overlap on the clock where wild dogs and roosters crossfire. the ambiguity of stars or satellites is where i wash my hair. ankles crossed, i forget that it is rude to forget about the margin between my knees. i wore jeans to avoid the reminder from men. still, he considered a handful […]

Everything, Issue 31, Poetry

ROOTS by MARIA DURAN

the family as an olive tree: something living, something ugly. an old gnarled thing with deep veins, honey-like sap. the family as something too fond of close embraces. the family as something too close to embrace. the family as something with ugly leaves and green-black things hanging from its boughs. not flowers. not berries. fruits, […]

Everything, Issue 30, Poetry, Prose

I TRAPPED YOU IN A VINCE GUARALDI TRIO SONG by SPENCER SILVERTHORNE

I dusted my father’s old Bose CD-player. It was once white but now it has yellowed like tintype. Do you remember seeing ads for these blocks on the back of PARADE magazines that came with the Sunday paper? No? I guess your family only subscribed to commercial-free periodicals and only listened to jazz. You did […]

Everything, Issue 26, Poetry, Prose

ON MY GENDER BEING ILLEGAL by MADISON FAY

i never could taste the bitterness of decaf coffee until the barista at the cafe on the first floor of the MSU library handed me a cup with the word “ma’am” attached to it, and now every sip of every coffee i take fills my teeth with grounds that taste nothing of the robust heartiness […]