Creative Writing

Confessional

Alright, before you start the tape
Wait – wait sir, before the questions roll
Let me shake out these silver bangles
Shrug the dust off my mink fur stole

Alissa Simon (she/her); Washington, DC— my hands, clenched against my thighs, sweep into sleepy circles drawn by my elbows to carry great bushels of water soiled black by shade on either side of my hips only to then tip upwards, outwards, branching the blue underbellies of my arms the bleeding, ballpoint faces of my wrists Continue reading “elementary backstroke”

today, tomorrow, and the next day

Talia Rodriguez (she/her); Garrett Park, MD— today i am in a new place tomorrow i will be home and the next day i will be off again papa says its normal mommy says she won’t cry apocalypse descending maybe i like the chaos i dream of big windows, airy a view of the greenery, studentsContinue reading “today, tomorrow, and the next day”