Writing

“Disappearance”

“Disappearance”

M. Romero was quiet,
Not too bright,
Polite.
On parent-teacher night,
He, his mother, and sister came;
I had high hopes that
He’d be all right.

But his grades slipped,
He failed first marking period.

I sent emails;
His guidance counselor told me
She’d reached out to his mother.

M. Romero started failing
The second marking period;
As he was a senior,
If he failed English,
He wouldn’t graduate.

I tried talking to him:
“Is everything all right,
You’re going to fail for the year
If you keep this up”;
He’d nod, say “yeah.”

One morning,
M. Romero wasn’t in school;
The next day,
His name was no longer
On the roster.

I asked his classmates;
They knew nothing.
I emailed his counselor;
She said that he
“wasn’t in school anymore.”
I emailed her again—
No response.

It’s been years now,
I’ve had hundreds of other students.
But still—
It’s one of the things
I don’t like about this place.

Favor

Favor

He glanced towards where I sat with the other passengers on bench seats, in rows, I realized, as in a lecture hall, though in his class we sat around a table.

The Widower’s Feathers

The Widower’s Feathers

“He has Emily Dickinson poems tattooed across the near sum of him.” Thus begins this microfiction triptych by Robert Scotellaro, one of the longest practitioners of the short form.

Illuminations on Ocracoke Ferry

Illuminations on Ocracoke Ferry

Photo by Joann Koff. Poet and artist Joann Koff shares “Illuminations on Ocracoke Ferry” which includes the lines “You transform the minute to eternal / Magically giving transparency to thought.”

Fallen Leaves

Fallen Leaves

As in life, time is short. It is only a matter of hours before the extraordinarily vibrant colours vanish. Hence the importance of sketchbooks.

Illuminations on Ocracoke Ferry

Illuminations on Ocracoke Ferry

Photo by Joann Koff. Poet and artist Joann Koff shares “Illuminations on Ocracoke Ferry” which includes the lines “You transform the minute to eternal / Magically giving transparency to thought.”

Fallen Leaves

Fallen Leaves

As in life, time is short. It is only a matter of hours before the extraordinarily vibrant colours vanish. Hence the importance of sketchbooks.

A Bend in the Road

A Bend in the Road

Christopher Bowen sits down with the founder and editor of Bending Genres to talk about their literary journal, their writing community, and the future of their empire

Spaniel

Spaniel

I stare at my profile pic. I don’t smile. I’m not a bad person. The last bad thing I did, the last nasty thing, I did when I was only ten.

Chums

Chums

I’ve found a couch, said my chum. We’ll have more room to sit. And behold we took the couch up the stairs.