by Red Cedar Review | May 5, 2022 | Uncategorized, Volume 57
Issue 57 A Hard Time Dying Collin Brophy Saturday, July 1 Static hissed through the car speakers. Air rushed in through unopened windows; battering damp clothes that stuck against his skin. Steeped in the stifling heat of the Northern Michigan summer, his body burned...
by Red Cedar Review | May 5, 2022 | Volume 57
Issue 57 Unapologetic Verse Anna Kushner I write for an unknown mind that is kindred to my own For the pained consciousness who parallels my niche experiences I apologize on behalf of the worlds tragic treatment of your soul Fear rears its ghastly stingers...
by Red Cedar Review | May 5, 2022 | Volume 57
Issue 57 Something Is Happening Marena Benoit something is happening ripping crushing a hand around my waist a touch of my nose a brush of my shoulder really feels like a punch in the gut a breaking of my teeth a ripping out of all my hair nothing concedes in nature...
by RCRproduction | May 5, 2022 | Volume 57
Issue 57 Next Time Aviana Irrer As a dark cobalt sky unfolds before me spotless. I’m left alone, ‘lest for the chill frosts slender fingers bring, offering false solace. Under this late October sky, I know I’m being watched as towering ink-dipped...
by RCRproduction | May 4, 2022 | Volume 57
Issue 57 What Do I want? Anastasia Simms I want a boy who wants me for my brain as much as my body. Who likes the pace at which I want to take things, and doesn’t pressure me to let him stick it in. I want to understand what everyone is talking about when...
by RCRproduction | May 4, 2022 | Volume 57
Issue 57 Ears and Eyes Orion Emerick Most of the daylight had faded. I watched the stalks of corn flutter in the wind like synchronized dancers. Although, one particular patch in the field moved off rhythm from the rest. It rustled even as the wind died, weaving...
