The Spindle Behind a Tapestry
The following piece is another selected from Crossroads III, our annual anthology from last year. This poem puts a beautiful and intriguing twist on an old story. Thank you Sophie! The Spindle Behind a Tapestry Sophie Eichelberger I spun thread made of blood to be used in a blanket of deception. Not at first. […]
Where I am From
Dear beautiful writers and readers, The following poem is one previously published in Crossroads III, our annual anthology from last year. In the following months, we will be sharing one piece a week with you, bringing back some of the wonderful pieces that were featured in Crossroads III. Enjoy, and thank you Batula! Where I […]
Missing Child
Missing Child Yael Haskal So, there are these chefs in France, right? Well of course you knew that, there are chefs everywhere. Sorry. But these French ones: They’re already pretty successful, I mean they have their own restaurants. But they want to cook up these birds (these […]
Eternal Questions
The following poem is an exquisite corpse, begun with a line from the Million Line Poem and written as a digital collaboration, a pilot program at the Tupelo Press Teen Writing center! Eternal Questions Rivers of night run to the shallows now Already, these stars slip in the west Disintegrating into the tiny granules of wonder […]
Why
by Shana Clements I’m only a young girl, my mind is not fully developed and I don’t know everything, But here’s what I’ve learned I’ve learned that black people are the problem Black people are too loud, too brash and too ugly Black people are hated by the law Black people Black people Black people […]
Sales Committee Head
by Ian Johnson Now I, who spent my life amassing wealth, Lie in repose on a hospital bed. And though I guarded zealously my health, I here confront the thought I’ll soon be dead, My wealth disposed of and inherited. I delegated life to those below Me, the exalted sales committee head While I diligently […]
Liberty of the Flag
by Mike Dolzer Billowing in the wind is a flag, Constructed of colors and stars, What makes it not a rag? Visible to the amoeba in cars. Constructed of colors and stars, Giving off a sense of pride, Visible to the amoeba in cars, In the breeze it shall glide. Giving off a sense of […]