Lifting Up the Log #4: "Slugged" by Annie Cowell
How did you come up with the title? It's a pun, based on the idea of the slug pulling the winning punch. What can you tell us about the...
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Sep 28, 20221 min
Two Poems by Caroline Lazarova
Indigo keep trying to fill the space between cigarette breaks with whatever makes you feel alive and I’ll be there carving my name into...
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Sep 25, 20222 min
All We Eat is Words by Emily Baber
Now all we eat is words. We used to eat sorrel and pawpaw and hen of the woods. We used to grow our own galangal and hot peppers and...
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Sep 21, 20221 min
The Witch (to Descartes): Cogito, Ergo Sum by Jessica Khailo
It’s different when a witch is dreaming. So, I’m careful to think of the future in what-ifs and vascular networks. Transient, diverging...
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Sep 18, 20223 min
Seasonal Depression by Sammi Leigh Melville
In my childhood, snow was magic. As the days grew shorter and the temperatures dropped, I became dizzy with the prospect of bright eyes,...
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Sep 14, 20221 min
I want to be timeless by Elena Lucia Perez
free to move between earth and sky, playing among the stars, never once considering the positions of the sun and moon in relation to my...
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Sep 11, 20224 min
The Gorilla in the Room by Maggie Nerz Iribarne
When the gorilla arrived at the front door the last thing Edna expected was this desperate hollow feeling inside. She lived day to day...
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Sep 7, 20221 min
well, i'll eat it, said alice by Ashley Varela
(they/she) is a queer writer & author based in Seattle, Washington.
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Sep 4, 20223 min
Lost in Landscapes by Rachel Canwell
We have come here to walk, convinced that a change of scenery and aimless miles are the answer, or the beginnings of an answer. An...
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Aug 31, 20221 min
The Kitchen by Emily K. Iekel
after James McNeill Whistler She stands at the window hair tucked away hands on stone still. Morning light gold through tapping young...
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Aug 28, 20223 min
Cords by Bethany Jarmul
My newborn is blue, not breathing, her umbilical cord wrapped three times around her neck. “Is she okay? Is she okay?” My voice catches...
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Aug 26, 20222 min
Lifting Up the Log #3: "As Fast as She Can" by Janna Miller
How did you come up with the title? I really struggled with titling this one. After ten odd assortments of random words, these kind of...
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Aug 24, 20222 min
Self-Portrait with Bluebird by Mikey Swanberg
-for franklin k.r. cline the snow shut the woods up for once & now everything is wet my boots & socks my cute little gloves all afternoon...
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Aug 21, 20223 min
Cherries in the Snow by Katy Goforth
The old neighbor lady passed on a hot Monday morning. No one found her until the Mobile Meals breakfast and lunch stacked up against the...
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Aug 17, 20221 min
While My Husband Writes Our Wills, I Prepare Supper by Frances Klein
Shrimp take their revenge in the shucking. Long after they have been hauled up, reeling in the creel, long after they have been beheaded...
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Aug 14, 20221 min
Introductions by Lori Cramer
Caught off guard by the question, I blurt the first thing that comes to mind: that I believe the twelve-to-six curveball is by far the...
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Aug 10, 20222 min
Two Prose Poems by Ann Kathryn Kelly
Struggle, in Orange Orange, the color of sunsets missed all summer as I retreated to a bedroom, shades drawn. Orange in my core simmers,...
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Aug 7, 20224 min
The Test Track by Emily Hessney Lynch
It was a cool gray morning when I arrived at The Facility. They were expecting me–I’d booked The Experience yesterday. “Mr. Backus,...
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Aug 3, 20221 min
Wittenborg Woods by John Tessitore
A step past the marker and I lose the path, sink in a mud slough, fern beds, skunk cabbage, the marish and mire I’m not meant to walk...
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Jul 31, 20221 min
Too Many Perfect Teeth by Laila Amado
She spends her weeks in the cubicle, passing documents up and down the food chain. Men in suits roll past her like waves in the ocean,...
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