Poetry: Flight by Melissa Wabnitz Pumayugra
My kid won’t stop screaming on this airplane
My kid won’t stop screaming on this airplane
My dad can only come to me in my dreams now, but when he does, he comes in versions.
You are going to take off your shoes and run towards the water. With your friends. You are going to embrace the now.
Have you ever bought a moon from me? she asks, polishing her orbs, piercing me with her eyes. Have you ever held a celestial body between your palms?
We’re pleased to announce the addition of Guillermo Rebollo Gil and Imani Cauthen-Robinson to our creative nonfiction team!
Congratulations and good luck to our nominees!
I was seventeen, in love with you—before the fire, before everything
The jmww 2013-2022 Anthology (Modern Times Press) drops today!
Maybe I wanted things in my life to be more permanent, I don’t know.
Her doubt that anyone would use him, that he had anything worth using, and how unimpressed she was with his family in general, had always made him trust her.