Poetry

“Another Server Calls me ‘Young Lady,'” by Tina Barry

Aug 20th, 2021 | By

I’ve blown into the bakery, a witch
for fine pastry—buns, biscuits and better—
warm cookies crisp. My stare turns sweets unsavory. My broom
sours sables, toughens muffins.



“ManToLoveNow63,” by Kim Horner

Aug 20th, 2021 | By

GravityGhost posts a photo of himself
in his bathroom mirror looking
excited in his tight gray sweatpants
MrRightNow doesn’t date women as old as me
even though I’m not as old as him
RayBan wants a “nasty girl”
but probably not a Nasty Woman



“Bionic Moses,” by Josh Sippie

Aug 20th, 2021 | By

Billed No. 2, the potatoes
to Keanu’s steak and you wait



“How to Argue,” by Melody Wilson

Aug 20th, 2021 | By

“For a successful marriage,” the grandmother said,” Always argue in the nude.”



“once patriarchy exhausted after centuries,” by Carla Sarett

Aug 20th, 2021 | By

once never future husbands grilled
burgers and explained internal combustion,
while stroking red and black Craftsman drills
and popping Viagra and statins.