...Natalie Louise Tombasco © 2017 Natalie Louise Tombasco 2017 Natalie Louise Tombasco Grandpa in a Jar i kept him on a shelf  /  punched air holes to free that weird brooklyn smell  /  he never came out  /  not for birthdays or housewarmings  /  he set tripwire...

...Claire Denson cdenson@umich.edu © 2022 Claire Denson 2022 Claire Denson The Bell Jar Amendment I bite my chosen fig in half and there it is seeded mound staring back. I finger inside to dig out my fear: antenna poking out the deep purple lava that s left of legs, little claws, compound...

...Kaethe Schwehn © 2011 Kaethe Schwehn 2011 Kaethe Schwehn I Keep My Little Sheep Brain in a Jar At the Science Museum sheep brain likes the fetus exhibit best. We slide along the back-lit jars. Bulbs of many sizes float and squeeze their fists and black pea...

...Julia Koets © 2014 Julia Koets 2014 Julia Koets Preservation The only things remaining were things we kept in jars. The house smelled like library novels & coming home to a person. We hardly slept and didn’t seem to need it. We were adept at disorder. Stacked...

...Heta Patel © 2020 Heta Patel 2020 Heta Patel Plecia nearctica When the love bugs stopped coming, it was June. Youth suckled citrus rinds, mutilated empty mason jars. Death littered pavements, plastered windshields. Our bodies no longer joined in heat. That night I mistook softness...

...Eunsong Kim © 2014 Eunsong Kim 2014 Eunsong Kim Gumihos She never appeared that way in front me she was always young and classifiably breedable. Black hair, that kind of skin, and and In picture books they drew her in twos. Her and the soul she wanted kept in jars, lockets...

... about nature. The photo series Taxonomia investigates the archive of animal bodies pushed into jars, held in place by pins, wrapped up in minnesota review 78 (2012) DOI 10.1215/0026 5667-1550635  © 2012 Virginia Tech 53 54 he...

... whole body shakes, arm spins like an old catapult. The loosely woven stitch of her life explodes on the sidewalk: liverwurst, jar of mayo, milk, bread—the kind that's thin, dry and full of dye. Her boyfriend...

... Therese of Lisieux the little flower I picked for you browning away in a mason jar sitting for weeks now you know I love you more than your geranium wishes for a change of scenery a bee to invest- igate its petals real aw shucks-like yep even sitting down to write...

... the Indian Ocean. Then snow and your mother roars up in a Mustang, blaring Van Morrison. You’re certain the brakes are broken, but you can’t shout, she can’t hear you moaning. Then stars and you’re staring at this jar. Then calm and you’re in some room...

... of the class and draw a piece of paper with a question on it from the teacher’s jar. It used to be a lolly jar that belonged to her son. He died on the line. She told us he was twenty. They buried his body on the school’s soccer pitch. I can see the pitch through the classroom’s windows. We’re...

... that a little bit of a timeless ritual has been shelved. So go ahead and play Top Chef in the kitchen from time to time, but keep that half-full jar of Adams peanut butter and your favorite grape jelly in the refrigerator. Then, one morning, make this classic sandwich, pack a brown paper bag...

... to vomit. In a fantasy, I grabbed the big ugly guard by the collar, pulled him close and held him tight in my grasp, and asked if he’d like to try to feed me some fish heads and rice. A harsh voice barked, “Get where you’re goin and jarred me back into step. Their unwilling audience, having...

..., and here, in Frankfurt, Kentucky, the brand new concrete slammed against his shoes. It jarred his bones as he jigged and so he jigged quicker, past the Strong Man, the Diving Cat, the Fire Eater, until, finally, he opened his fat lips and shouted to the crowd, who tossed their popcorn in jubilation...

..., handing me a vial of juice from juniper berries and instructing me to apply it at nighttime on the area where my lips used to be. She said to place my lips in a mason jar and cover them with purple silk. On my way home, I saw a man wearing a bright orange traffic vest standing on the corner with a stack...

..., “the shadow-outline of the jar cleared like a mist after rubbing his eyes.” Said imagines a Palestine that is both broken and fixed, in shards and whole. Only through asserting a self, a self that is radically disjointed and out of place but still and finally a self, can one...

... a heavy blue mug. Outside it is raining. I go into the kitchen to nd something to eat. In the kitchen I see a mouse. It scurries under the cooker. I open a cupboard and a mouse jumps out. I take out a jar of pasta sauce and put it in the sink. I wash my hands and switch the kettle on. I open another...

... cream, an Italian ice, a chocolate milk, a pencil, a ceramic cow, a jar of gummi vitamins, a new doll, a videogame. I said we ll see, over and over again. Stop, she whined. What? I hate when you say we ll see. Why s that? We ll see usually means no. Maybe usually means yes. I thought about...

..., at the Making Memories themed show-and-tell, the girl brings a roll of Life savers from Woolies. We went to the shops this weekend, she says to her class as they sit at her feet. My dad got me this. The blondies snicker and one-up the girl with smooth rocks, sea shells, and a jar of sand they picked up...

... as if struck by a thought. Motionless and framed by the glowing fog, the pair look like lovers in a courtship pose. The leader seems to be listening. We are loud, louder than ever before, so the sheer volume almost drowns it out. But then I hear it too —​a jeering note, ugly and jarring, coming from...