I never knew quite how my mom would answer the question that I’d pose to her each morning when I’d call at 6:45.
Who I Am by Sue Granzella
Category: June 2014
Affairs of Dragons by Wendy Thornton
Starla’s poems are difficult and shocking but impressively written. She’s a kid, but it’s clear that she knows things a 14 year old should not know.
Savage Blossom by Amber Peckham
When I was growing up my father always tried to keep Venus fly traps… They didn’t look like anything dangerous, but I always got a little nervous knowing that it ate meat..
Fabric by Andrea Fox
My father came home every night with a pack of Pall Malls in his shirt pocket, beer on his breath and several rubber bands around his wrist.
Nana’s Guide to Illusion by JT Torres
My father had recently bought a satellite dish for this very reason. Hundreds of channels provided me with a spectral reality that would circumvent my curiosity for real reality.
Li Ching-Yuen by Dunstan McGill
George sometimes walks with a limp. Which usually means good things. Because a hiccup in George’s gait means George has worked in the field today…
Twenty Questions by Jim Brega
What if you hadn’t died. What if it hadn’t been two weeks before I found out.
Partitions by Morgan Christie
We heard her scream first. Spanking the cleft concrete before ricocheting off rusted gutters and tin lampposts…
The Writing Life: Girls with Pens — Can we ‘Lean In’ and ‘Let it Go’? by Lisa Ahn
What could a pair of Disney princesses and the COO of Facebook have in common? In a Venn diagram of girls and words, of rebellion and equality, there’s more overlap than you’d imagine.
Interview: Sonja Livingston, Author of Ghostbread
… Sonja Livingston is a poet at heart; so it is no surprise that her tales of growing up poor as one of seven children brought up by a single mother are written in comparatively short bursts…
