Poetry: Zofi (For My Grandmother) by Margaret D. Stetz

Boarding the ship a girl, leaving raw and stained, a woman,

Creative Nonfiction: Beneficiary by Pat Foran

I’d see it, there, the name for me, there, above the little box.

A weekly, non-exhaustive list (curated by Steven Genise) of the experiences that make us human.

On the porch, passive, I sip a coffee./paranoia, terror, outrage seem everywhere

A eucalyptus will grow to six feet in the blink of an eye and when that happens I will have to donate it, but Google doesn’t say where.

Here is my space, and Mona has finally stepped into it.

you’re not gonna reach the earth if you insist/on being so big

My mother and I drop bunch after bunch into the bowls like dark chandeliers.

What are you grateful for?

A weekly, non-exhaustive list (curated by Steven Genise) of the experiences that make us human.