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Solicitation, by Adrienne Asher

Posted on October 16, 2019

Come now. Pull me into you as wind lures leaves into a vortex, reeling. My skin remembers   fingers trailing and the touch of someone’s tongue. If you push your breath across my wrists, I’ll feel   your most sacrificial secrets brush me. Betrayal and devotion, both. I will allow your breathing message   to […]

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Aftermath, by Lynne Schmidt

Posted on October 10, 2019

So then there’s this– .              The moment after the storm .              where you uncover your eyes, .              and you survived but .              everything else is rubble.   Your fingertips dig into […]

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Batter Up, by Lynne Schmidt

Posted on October 10, 2019

I have been in love a handful of times. But that handful was full of headlight glass after a car accident. A broken mirror dangling off the side, and something so molded it turned liquid and slipped through my fingers.   I loved ferociously, the way a lion takes down its prey. Or rather the […]

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Four to Six Inches, Reading, Massachusetts, by Kasandra Larsen

Posted on October 9, 2019

She wants me to see the snow on the trees, the branches specifically before it blows to the ground or melts, leaving spider arms to wave and dangle their remaining treasures, crisped to endless trembles. I’ve seen snow   of course, before. Trees but not these trees, not adorned with these satin gloves, this hint […]

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Call me Tess, by Susan Azar Porterfield

Posted on October 8, 2019

Not to see a scimitar in a swallow’s wing or a swallow’s wing in an eyebrow’s arch.   Hand maidens strung up like game on a line, like game on a line. Small birds   broken like the necks of girls. Look. It will tell you what you tell yourself   is there. Out at […]

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After Chicken and Rice for Dinner, by Susan Azar Porterfield

Posted on October 8, 2019

Even so, I’m homesick for the stranger,   don’t think unborn child or younger self, not death.   nothing that can be named, though I’d like   to believe something would be there,   a light, a gesture, the moment I passed it by.

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To Late Night Apprehensions, by Savannah Sloane

Posted on October 2, 2019

swallowing smoke through the whistle ruins uncaged bird skeletons catch fire furnace bones a memorial of cologne stench dissolving hospitality taking flight with phantom wings that you dreamed up, but forgot the check on. iron alignment aching for a shift pianos keys’ mouths sewn shut only threaded murmurs that no one can piece together cello […]

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The Evolution of Enormity, by Savannah Sloane

Posted on October 2, 2019

unfocused black and white checkered floor seen through poor eyesight: spectacles long lost you see her, Mother, cut through sunflower stems with rusty scissors her ocean of hair sways daringly in the manmade breeze of the cheap rotating fan in the bedroom, you apply bark for wallpaper life, for you, a Monet painting   peach […]

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Mangos, by Carrie Close

Posted on October 1, 2019

Body limp– blood splattered all over walls tastes like                                           mangos   how                                                […]

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Erika Brumett is our First Writer in Resident Winner!

Posted on September 28, 2019

  Please welcome Erika Brumett, of Seattle, WA,  Oct 10th at the open mic at the Flood Gallery, 850 Blue Ridge Rd, Black Mountain, NC. Erika is the first winner of our competitive writer in residence grants at our Swannanoa residency location near Asheville, NC. Erika Brumett’s words appear in numerous publications, including The Los Angeles […]

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