One Secret Thing Live in this they said as they placed me neatly onto the pink rose-budded bedspread in the room with white and more white so I would be well and release festering thoughts that wake me in the night sweating thick to the point of oil shaking to some madness of…
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The Inexorable Lion – by CLARK ZLOTCHEW
The Inexorable Lion Clark Zlotchew We’d descend the steep incline At the end of Westerly Drive, Abandoning civilization, For the savage realm below. We’d labor through trees and brush, My three sons, Eyes wide with anticipation, And I, Tribal patriarch, chief of hunters, Filled with manly vigor. We’d ford the nameless brook…
I Still am me – by MIRELA ATHANAS
“I still am me” I still am me! I am, … I still am me, I am the little baby, With the tiny fingers Which I still carry, same shape, same grip; That later learned a dance in piano keys, I am, I still am me, I am the little girl, I…
Wound / Affect(ion) / Beget – by BRANDON STANWYCK
Wound the wound he won’t let heal leaves me scarred. i well up when his eyes refuse to cry. the blood in his boxer briefs burns my dreams. why do that to a boy, to feel…powerful? now are you a …
Young Woman’s Epiphany – by KI-ANA L. TONGE
Young Woman’s Epiphany Ki-Ana L. Tonge Did you know? Did you know that you were the gasp of air between my every breath? The tip-tap to my every step Love captivating my every sense Your heavenly scent lingered on my neck From where lips have last been… The notes on my five liens core…
Drum Roll Please…SICK LIT MAGAZINE’S 2017 PUSHCART PRIZE NOMINEES ARE…..
This is the final, official, carved-in-wood, list of Sick Lit Magazine’s 2017 Pushcart Prize Nominees **Precursor: if you were on this list previously and are now not, I apologize. Works from 2015 are not eligible for entry – and one person has been disqualified for plagiarism.** The very mention of the two words, Pushcart Prize,…
Kaleidoscope – by JOANNE SPENCER
Kaleidoscope The ground yawned and swallowed him whole. The glossy white casket of my husband consumed by the earth. I am alone. My eardrums rupture, my bones melt, my lungs seize my pulse stops. I am a corpse on the grass, among a landscape of stones and yet I can… See how…
Forgetting – by KIM BAILEY DEAL
Forgetting The maze of hallways all seem the same, nurse’s stations with sad still faces and bent backs, watching the clock until a light blinks until another patient wanders past the invisible fence of the floor. My father-in-law does not remember me, a stranger he met when his mind was already broken, Sometimes…
Footprints / On Religion – by KELLI SIMPSON
Footprints I’d like to slap that apple out of her hand and grind the old boa to grease beneath my boot. Here’s another girl, innocent as Eve, believing herself to be a snake charmer. But, see, she’s the one swaying and charmed – disarmed by his handsome slither and hiss. Look, this garden…
SLM Meets Oasis – Part 3 – Liam, Noel, Kate, Jamie, Gee, Melissa Libbey!, and me.
The Writers and the Gallaghers visit….1973?! “Aaahh!!! Wait! Am I the ginger girl?!” asked Jamie. “Are you daft? Or have you gone completely mad?” I answered. Silence. Crickets. “Jamie, what has gotten into you?” asked Kate. “I just really, really hate Blockbuster. You’ve no idea. Those stores give me chills – and nightmares. I can’t…
Love’s Wrong Turn / Winter Made the Trees Suffer – by PEGGY TURNBULL
Love’s Wrong Turn She seeks portals places prone to wormholes where time travelers shift between planes. She seeks answers in objects touched by geniuses. She trudges across airports to end up gazing at Hemingway’s desk. or at an animal skull on O’Keeffe’s hearth. She longs for a molecule from the other worlds that great…
Me and Karen – by BENJAMIN FINATERI
Me and Karen I have intrusive thoughts of jumping in front of a train. I take a step back. Take two. I listen to the Carpenters. Karen, my Beloved. Her voice soothes me, more than sex, drugs, or any friend can. At the supermarket, I like putting my hand in the coffee grinder as…
