by RCRproduction | May 5, 2022 | Volume 57
Issue 57 Sexual Harassment Anastasia Simms Yeah I’ve dealt with it. Pretty much everyone has, right? But at least no one ever ripped my clothes off. Growing up that made me one of the lucky ones. They say that’s wrong now. They say I am allowed to be hurt....
by Red Cedar Review | May 5, 2022 | Volume 57
Issue 57 Long Distance Pantoum Anastasia Simms Are you still there? Can you hear me? How was your day? That’s nice. Can you hear me? Oh, okay. That’s nice. I miss you. Oh, okay. Sorry I didn’t realize you were busy. I miss you. Call me...
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...
