Introducing... the first JuiceBox.
POETRY
Bathtub
by Julie Marie Wade
My first asylum. Every other night after / dinner: a cap full of dishwashing soap, a hot / stream of water...
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Honey
by Sarah Kolbasowski
Money, honey, money is what makes the world spin and yet I spin around it, sticky like honey... |
Coming Home
by Steve DeFrance
From a distant place my hand finds the phone’s receiver-- /“Yes,” I whisper... |
What I Choose To Remind You
by Sarah Sarai
Is that I, Sarah Kent, am / Earthmother of Superman... |
Copernican Moments
by Jana Russ
The sun, fragile and cinnamon, / pushes fingers of fog apart... |
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FICTION
Old Men Talking
by J.A. Tyler
He ordered a cruller. And a coffee black. The other ordered the same to drink and something chocolate chocolate...
CREATIVE NONFICTION
Polka For Jesus
by Betz Richards
I once asked my mother what happiness was. Twisting the dishtowel between her hands she turned and faced me...
ARTWORK
by Jenny Ostraff