by admin | Apr 16, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 Boys Overheard While Playing a Video Game Kaitlyn Von Behren after Mary Szybist’s “Girls Overheard While Assembling a Puzzle” Amber’s boobs were practically escaping during Bible study today, did you notice? Hey, I’ll check the safes for ammo—...
by admin | Apr 15, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 i am not the moon, nor a star Kaitlyn Von Behren in response to W. H. Auden’s “I Am Not A Camera” a girl with the sun’s rays hidden in her hair whispers to me a secret, and i wish i was the moon, reflecting light back to her. instead, i...
by admin | Apr 14, 2020 | Prose55, Volume 55
Issue 55 Battery Acid Kyle Wright As a child, lying propped-up uncomfortably, wheezing and drawing air, waiting for the albuterol to kick in, still clutching the little plastic mask to my face like an adolescent, asthmatic version of Dennis Hopper in Blue...
by Red Cedar Review | Apr 13, 2020 | Art55, Volume 55
Issue 55 Emma Watson Lucas Curtis Lucas Curtis is a twenty-one-year-old artist from a village called Dimondale, about twenty minutes south of East Lansing. He is a junior at Michigan State University currently pursuing a BA in Graphic Design. He has been...
by admin | Apr 12, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 For the Hens Ellis Gibson Hens peck the ground, kick their feet, stride around wobble-wattled, bright-eyed, proud and prim. I love them all; I admire one, who, in a snit, hits wing-tips against her sister, pecks a bloody feather off, leaves mottled gray skin...
by admin | Apr 11, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 My Gordian Knot Rachel Hagerman I know you look a bit like me— Long, stringy brown hair. Small waist. Ambitious green eyes. Maybe you even have my dark eyebrows, straight teeth, and crooked smile. A touch of pink on the cheeks and tan in your...
