Emily Frisella – Album, August 1938-1944

Album, August 1938-1944 Summer vacation— a picnic at the lake lazy beer bottles and drifting cigarette ash charcoal of the barbecue the cousins in their bathing suits the cooler of ice they must have bought specially for the day—the air hazy, the weather unusually warm. Radiant like an old-time movie star, my grandmother sits on […]

Zachary Lunn – MEDEVAC

MEDEVAC         Salah ad-Din Province, Iraq When the bird touches down its rotors cloud the air with dust, red cross marking its side like a headstone. The flight medic steps out, stoops low, starts towards us. I watch her and remember the names of every mangled man she’s lifted away. Strands of brown hair peek […]

Barbara Presnell – Planting the Garden

Planting the Garden Last fall, four boys stood on the back porch like snipers, steadied b.b. guns on the rail, and fired at G.I. Joes propped on fence posts. Now body parts of dead soldiers lie fallow in dirt like volunteer radishes and I don’t know what I am raising. These are boys whose skin […]

Kerrin Sharpe – after my father

after my father after my father the Kommandant read Hansel & Gretel he never left me in the forest or anywhere near his busy factory chimneys he was a true father who obeyed his boss a loving father who kept German Shepherd dogs behind high wire fences some nights he counted stars once when there […]

Diane Marshall – Rotation

Rotation When you’re short, when your DEROS is thirteen and a wake-up, you can’t stop dreaming. You dream of hopping on a Freedom Bird to CONUS, leaving behind bouncing Bettys for round-eyed Bridget Bardots; leaving behind beans-and-motherfuckers in the rain for a T-bone, taking your last ride on a fucking red bird. A fucking red […]