I search the blue dawn for her fire. She scents of smoke and burnt matches. I steer her back to the house. My stepfather will wake soon, demand bread and tea, snatch her by…
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Notes on a Body of Salt
______________________________ Image: “Urban intervention 2018” by Chifumi Krohom is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
When a Real Adult Walks into my Office Seeking Legal Advice
eyes swelling like a housing bubble and before i can even introduce myself, asks What should I do? The bank is trying to take my house. I have a family. I have no way to…
You Do Not Need to Be Someone by Molly Brodak
This poem originally appeared in the 2018 issue of Portland Review. We are republishing it online in remembrance of Molly Brodak, a poet and memoirist, who passed away last month. I’m my mom and my dad….
Lindisfarne
Keening nuns turn to boreal fiends on their tidal island, filing through blind arcades fighting nor’easters. Heading chapel wise their habits keep their foreheads cozy. But the altar has gone green. The girls drop their…