There was once a lot of green between towns
To remain/in this cast, I’m the supporting player
1 Leave old Sappho book open to water-color poems outside overnight to be photographed at dawn. 2 Disposable camera left on dashboard during meteor storm has handprints of Solar […]
why do I crave home remembering it like some oasis not sure it ever was though yes sunlight afternoons with floral dresses the whole yard […]
We’re setting the table to feast on your work! Poetry submissions will reopen on All Saints’ Day, Friday, November 1st. Watch this space this week for an update on our […]
It’s habit to lift my head / at the sound of certain voices, / women who walk by like farmers / with toughened arms, ready
to find anything slightly off / and set it right.
At Seventeen At seventeen, you wore a purple gown and danced alone to Tony Martin’s “There’s No Tomorrow.” You were too old for the boys, too young for the men, […]
Yellow Arrow Journal is now accepting submissions for its summer edition. The theme this time around is “Courage.” We gratefully accept creative nonfiction and poetry by writers who identify as […]
The A.T. has its dangers: bears, crazy armed
loners, frostbite, but this carnival ride
tops the list.
Always the possibility. Once upon a time we were lost on an island, halfway across the Bay Bridge. She wore the same clothes for two or three days, without washing […]