DISABILITY ISN'T SEXY by Erin Lynn Marsh
It is showing up at your boyfriend’s office wearing nothing but brightly colored sneakers—the left one built up one and a half inches to...
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Aug 12, 2021
SOMETIMES WHAT WE MISS by Nancy Scott
When she heard the child cry out, her right arm jerked to a grotesque angle, fingers splayed and froze. She dragged her twisted right...
Aug 12, 2021
IN THE SENSE OF REMAINING GROUNDED by Carol Dorf
You are not electricity snaking out in the moist direction, or a plane speeding toward flight. You are not even an insect evading a...
Aug 11, 2021
DO NOT BE ALARMED by Carol Dorf
The irrelevant will follow like urchins biting through sea stars when the tide withdraws Once I went out so deep on the rocks a sneaker...
Aug 10, 2021
COUNTING THE MARKS by Rebecca Cavanagh
Tap, tap, tap. Two fingers tap the back of my hands run their fingers down the blue spindly lines which barely count as veins. Usually...
Aug 10, 2021
THERE WERE MANY SURGERIES by Erin Lynn Marsh
before she turned twelve years old. She was shown photos of herself as a baby with both hips in traction and the body cast that followed....
Aug 10, 2021
CHERRY CHEESECAKE by Nancy Scott
Carl has retinitis pigmentosa, sight one minute, then losing it with the shift of his head. Bright lights to keep from stumbling into...
Aug 9, 2021
DESCENT by Paula Knight
Of all the shooting stars above they have no luck to spare They burnt it up in blazing lights while hurtling through the air But I will...
Aug 8, 2021
THE GOLEM LEARNS ABOUT GLUTEN-FREE GIRL SCOUT COOKIES by Diane R. Wiener
(for Yahna Solowiej) We need to cut down the sugar, the Golem says, her right hand a scythe and her left hand a jar. Moderation is so...
Aug 8, 2021
RETURN by Annick Yerem
What I´m asking of this world: to drown my sorrows in hailstorms to offer me grace and petals and connections to carry kindnesses and...
Aug 8, 2021
WORLD BUILDING by Lucy Whitehead
If years from now archaeologists excavate our life together they'll uncover a entire culture, a civilisation. They'll create a typology...
Aug 7, 2021
SISTER HANDS by Ona Gritz
In the dark, this body breathes into itself, the half with less sensation, the half that feels it all. I exhale the word hemiplegia, my...
Aug 7, 2021
PERSEPHONE by Rob Colgate
“She could have been released— but at the last moment, he gave her a pomegranate seed.” Something is happening to me that should not be....
Aug 6, 2021
CAPTAIN BETH AND MY GUIDE DOG YAEGER by Daniel Simpson
(with a debt to Diane Burns) Thank you. Everybody says he's beautiful. No, I groom him. No, he's color blind. I tell him when to cross....
Aug 6, 2021
THE LORIKEET by Gayle J. Greenlea
I saw the rainbow flash an instant before a sharp thud shook glass, inertia interrupted in a downward flutter. I hurried outside to...
Aug 6, 2021
MICROAGGRESSIONS AGAINST BOOK LOVERS WITH DISABILITIES by Lana Phillips
Once a church group walked up to me in Barnes and Noble “Sorry you’re in a wheelchair. Can we pray for you? Can we lay hands on you?” I...
Aug 5, 2021
LYRIC IN THE LIGHT by Cali Linfor
Body, remember. — C.P. Cavafy and Kenny Fries Poets play the lyre. Sound-Chest, the resonator, muscle memory. The cavity, hollow that...
Aug 5, 2021
TUNNEL VISION by Shrubaboti Bose
That disturbingly sweet scent, Is somewhat familiar to me. Like the smell of wet cement, Being shoved down my throat. I struggle to...
Aug 5, 2021
THE BEAT OF THE METRONOME by Charlie D’Aniello
babies born damned / luciferian cribs & forked tongues / we didn’t choose to be / who we are but / damn / i would’ve if i could / have...
Aug 4, 2021
THE GOLEM KAYAKS by Diane R. Wiener
(for Lin Hill) The Golem flies us to the Galápagos when we learn Darwin’s arches have collapsed to pillars. We kayak toward big-eye jacks...
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