For inclusion in online publication + performative reading, February 2017 @ TTU Satellite Gallery, CASP, Lubbock, TX (Alphabetical order by author) Sex Ed. by Catherine Arra The Day... Read More0
by Catherine Arra Sex Ed. I find out on the fifth-grade playground sprint over the hill connecting our backyards and announce “I know all about... Read More0
What It Takes by Amy Dupcak Tenth grade: Wake up and eat Special K without milk. Listen to “November Rain” on cassette while putting on your uniform:... Read More0
Poems by Alexis Rhone Fancher Training Bra A rite of passage, mother says, even though I’m prepubescent and flat as Texas. The saleswoman at... Read More0
A Brief Natural History of An Eighth Grade Girl by Sarah Freligh The males [of many animal species]. . . continue to vie for the prize of... Read More5
Falling Off One’s Bedroom Slippers by Elizabyth Hiscox The glamour hammer of The Fifties is in full swing, as are the post-world-war-two what the bejeezus you can... Read More0
To Dana by Ellaraine Lockie Whose Deathbed Wish Was for a Friend to Dispose of Her Vibrator Before the Family Found It I’ve never forgotten... Read More0
The Smell of Hai Karate by Amy Pence You remain faithful to the dream of the father, unmarred by age, disease, or reality. In your imagination, the door... Read More0
High Noon @ the Holiday Inn, Omaha by Shoshauna Shy On sale for a song in the dancewear department leotards in prim pastels with matching... Read More0
Mouths and Fists by Carly Gates At twelve we knew everything. Sisters in spandex, we swung narrow hips in rhythm as we walked, popped and... Read More3
Falsies by Gleah Powers Dicky Campbell looked like one of the models from the pages of my mother’s Vogue magazines. I pictured him on a beach in Acapulco... Read More0
At Thirteen, It Was by Jillian Schedneck At thirteen, it was rolling up our uniform skirts in the ladies’ locker room, passing around old copies... Read More0
Finding Wings by Jennifer Schomburg Kanke I don’t remember my first period. How long did I tell my mother it had started before digging down... Read More0
The Typography of Her Chest by Evelyn Sharenov I found out later it was the superintendent who discovered the ugly lump glued into his wife’s... Read More0