Casualties, poetry by Isabel Mader The Promised Year, fiction by Jenna Danoy Totaled, poetry by Isabel Mader
Casualties
My cousin says she hates the way half and half leaves a greasy coating on the inside of her mouth, lacquering her palate She reaches in a plum fingernail to scrape it off I drink my coffee with skim milk The only thickness on my tongue is guilt and I have tried scraping Brushing and …
The Promised Year
I stand at the counter eating walnuts by the handful while the cookies cool on their racks. You are across the kitchen, shuffling papers, marking them with bright red ink. You are a million miles away, lost amid a sea of essays, sheaves of analysis, reams of fuddled words and muddied meanings. I stand on …