This is my sacrament. I’m a boy who lost his toys, all of them. I’m often sick, my shadow limps. I hate how quietly I answer the phone, how I used to eat pages from books. In my dreams, I do laundry or place my palms and forehead against a wall. I stand too long in showers too warm, I’m melodramatic and frightened, steal candy bars from mom & pop dime shops, break windows at night with bricks.
Karla Huston, Wisconsin Poet Laureate (2017-2018), is the author of A Theory of Lipstick (Main Street Rag: 2013), winner of a Wisconsin Library Association Outstanding Achievement Award.
On October 11, 2016, in the midst of extensive book tours, writers Sam Ligon and Robert Lopez visited La Crosse, where they conducted dynamic readings (including a joint-reading of one story they co-wrote) and they presented a craft talk to students enrolled in Matt Cashion’s and William Stobb’s creative writing classes. Additionally, they offered to … Continue reading Craft Talk: Robert Lopez and Sam Ligon, dynamic duo, deliver flashes of insight on flash fiction and short-shorts
When I wear underpants I am a creature of nature shackled in chains, dutiful to a tee, a changeling trained to perform like a robot, constrained in the perfunctory use of time and desire. I take the sun in preppy Bermuda shorts, look my best in a business suit, dandle children on my knee, never … Continue reading ‘Carnivore’ by Gary Hanna
We float in the crystal globes of self And decorate our orbs with pretty toys, Mementos on every sagging shelf-- Our victories, our glory, our joys. Around us other bubbles rise. Some may burst, most cannot last— We turn away from their pleading cries. Our sparkle in the sudden blast Is our obsession. We must … Continue reading ‘Bubbles’ by Mark DeFoe
And if the prince is evil. If his fingertips are dangerous when he pries loose the golden slipper from tar, from pitch, from wax. Ochre waistcoat, mustard sleeves, thin necktie in a saffron knot below a bearded grin. If every night he plucks black swans and floats their feathers down the stream that runs fast … Continue reading ‘Noir’ by Katharyn Howd Machan