...Jessica Rae Bergamino © 2014 Jessica Rae Bergamino 2014 Jessica Rae Bergamino Sex Dream with People Watching Here is the net. Here is the knife you’ll use to cut yourself from it. Here is the temptation to stay. Here: a shell the color of your modesty: a fan...

...Aricka Foreman © 2011 Aricka Foreman 2011 Aricka Foreman lesson on dream interpretation the best way to fend off a serial killer is to jab them right in the kidney over and over, or perhaps throw them over the banister of a house you share with at least eight strangers just like...

...B. T. Shaw B. T. Shaw The night you bury your father you hope he will visit your dreams, but apparently there’s a final exam in biology. When did you sign up for biology? Fluorescent bulbs flicker, lockers shimmer like kelp in a film by Jacques Cousteau...

...? These studies trace this anxiety through the mid-century decades in which the dream of the Old Left met the fantasy of the new class. Old Left, New Class: Literary Anxiety in the Consumers’ Republic . (on Schryer Stephen ., Fantasies of the New Class: Ideologies of Professionalism in Post-World War...

...Nadia Born © 2020 Nadia Born 2020 Nadia Born To the Coast My daughter Penny woke up in the middle of the night, complaining that she was having other people s dreams. How do you know? I asked her silhouette in the doorway. She came through the dark to the bed- side, slipped against the heat...

... father, the still-then math teacher said, shaking his head. “Such a statistic.” That same night I had a dream that the Liberty Corner School princi- pal called and asked me to deliver the bad news to my mother’s class. They were all shorter and scrawnier than I remembered being in sec- ond grade...

...Jasmine Dreame Wagner jasminedreame@gmail.com Copyright © 2022 Jasmine Dreame Wagner 2022 Jasmine Dreame Wagner A Vain Woman A vain woman realizes her purpose in life right as she runs out of time. Her prince, a sweet and slightly bookish chap, is mostly played by a man. The magic...

... concludes with a meditation on Paul Celan’s “aschen-glorie” and remembers that the Empty Throne is not empty, it is covered in ash. Kathleen Biddick What Does “Deconstructing Christianity” Want? The Institutional Imaginary of the Incarnation Dream of the Burning Child...

... of a polar bear. The bear becomes an owl. The owl becomes a ship. The ship becomes a dog, and the dog becomes a wolf. And so on. But a whale is always a whale. I am beginning to dream in colors I know I’ve never seen. And yet. I have no one to blame but the whale. It is true that none of us have...

... beans / and the weight of waiting customers and piled-up days / though the odd plank / free of distress / seems only gently / beautifully aged until one day the floor’s dream kicks in / or so i dream / the dream of rolling back up and retiring to the woods / its strips restoring to rings...

... in California because it’s too much to let the nothing in your mind trace its black way to the heart, if you’re like me who’s both, no matter how often I’m startled from dream and wish I could be someone else not midwestern, not capable of falling in love with gray Februarys...

... and wrists, examines his fingers, his feet. It was only a dream. But it was so vivid, so lucid. The pounding of his heart is like that of a chaotic drum, its intense beat quickstepping to his extremities. Reaching for his watch on the nightstand, he realizes that it’s 6:45 a.m. Normally he is up...

... facing me, his eyes scan rightward, the pupil replaced by white. We continue talking, but he’s visibly shaken. Oh, the fucking humanity. Reality so real it becomes unreal. A weird dream. A dog dream. Fellini films. An acid trip at the country fair. Minutes pass...

... in the foyer, the heirloom pieces, the slant-top desk with the bookcase. You tell me the golf course, the hole for your ashes. In the hutch in the room where we drink tea is everything I need when you are gone: lists and names, numbers, things left unsaid. In my dreams, the frogs by the pond are all...

...Tara Skurtu © 2013 Tara Skurtu 2013 Tara Skurtu Morning Love Poem Dreamt last night I fed you, unknowingly, something you were allergic to. And you were gone, like that. You don’t have even a single allergy, but still. The dream cracked. Cars nosedived...

...Alex Chertok © 2017 Alex Chertok 2017 Alex Chertok Priapus Waking Up Hard So his parents won’t catch him pitching tent, young Priapus tiptoes past their bedroom to take his first piss, bent over the bowl, nursing the swelling from his dream’s black widow...

... Prize and currently lives in Chico, California. Susan Keith retired early due to worsening Multiple Sclerosis symptoms, after fifteen years of practicing corporate law. Since then she has pursued her lifelong dream of writing. Joan Mazza has worked...

...Tyler Kline © 2016 Tyler Kline 2016 Tyler Kline in this town i’m sleeping under every green light for the dream of your ponytail / your lipstick teeth falling on asphalt like rain from the bed of a pickup / in this town / too many weathervanes point south / strange miracles happen...

... like the flyer; they had followed a whole trail of discarded things north to a location stripped bare of its tree trunks, where men threw wrenches out of open windows until all of the cops were gone. Now we all have dreams that we’re at a party in Billy Durant’s driveway when someone starts...

...Thomas Hawks © 2013 Thomas Hawks 2013 This content is made freely available by the publisher. It may not be redistributed or altered. All rights reserved. Thomas Hawks Oysters for Breakfast Spent fuel rods dream in their baths While Sir Laurence Olivier laughs because Tony Curtis...