Locals Jenn Blair Early evening again, daylilies in burlap sacks, birds of blue glass askance on window sills, dropped shells ground down in the garden. And what shall ye say my people who grow old and die unthinking, your loves and hates gathered up now as naught in your spindle arms while visible motes of…
Lunch Hour at Planned Parenthood Sara Emily Kuntz My thighs and ass are clenched into tight-knotted ropes, I’m trembling. Sharpness, the iron scent of blood, the clean, cold speculum. I wish she’d stop poking. The pressure of her cotton-tipped wand is making me cramp. She snips a sample from the center of my cervix. I…
Rivet Issue 3 In issue 3 of Rivet, you’ll encounter the sinister power of the ocean for protagonists from different centuries, explore how our understanding of language shapes our origin stories, and follow a Renaissance man and a woman in to space. Your guides? Fiction writers Youssef Alaoui-Fdili, David Crohn, Joachim Frank, Steve Gilmartin, Allison…
Getting Closer To It Rae Hoffman Jager The lies start little and by afternoon the sky is a soiled mattress pressing down on your head. How will you face the evening let alone leave the grips of the grocery store? Keeping a lie is the heaviest coat to wear my mother once said, as she…
Found Letter, Collaged Back Together Caroline Kessler It’s okay / you’re allowed to bee- line for the summer dawn / it’s a new era! they say Go ahead:::::::::: Sink into a wooden place you’ve invented, a redwood tub of warmth, surrounded by steam. You’re better this way, all your edges smoothed out Be grateful to…
