How The Good Part Ends, poetry by Rebecca Ring Social Work, fiction by Jeannine Hennawi The All Star, poetry by Sam Fishman A Summer Blackout, poetry by Jeannine Hennawi
How The Good Part Ends
An apple falls, a curl falls, a gaze falls, the sun lands, a dress bunches and itches, the letter goes on and then stops. The tongue organizes the teeth, seats are assigned, a dress whines at the hips. Milk drops to the tongue, the sun moves on.
Social Work
You squat over the lip of a sidewalk, your tiny feet separated for proper balance. When it rains, the worms are freed from flowerbed soil. They always, always emerge to swim in the collecting waters. You’re a social worker, a professional strictly scheduled to work on rainy mornings in a pair of purple cotton pants …