FlowersBy Erin DoseThere were flowers at her birth, bouquets as gifts and stuffed into dusty vases of lukewarm water. There were flowers at the first birthday, arranged simply with half-hearted effort,...

 The Ineffable Machinations of the UniverseBy Megan Tucker  Vermilion feathers wake mefrom wandering silence.Pointed proboscis of a mouth:My body insists on becom-ing earth again. Ephemeral,the gossamer...

of a person- Carissa KernThe House of Hades is No Home of Mine The house of Hades is no home of mine,Where one has no sense of identity.Rage rises rampant within my weak spine. Charm and looks are his...