Cooper’s nod to Poe here is thick with tension, mystery, and visceral descriptions of the protagonist’s creepy predicament. She gives you a frightening blend of details and questions, leaving you to wonder exactly what is going on, just like the young woman in the story.
Lillian Ha’s poetry sings bittersweet melodies. Such insistent verbs move through me like gypsies, unbound and propelled forward.
Reading this piece reminded me of having someone whisper in my ear to tell me an intimate secret. The words are quiet and soft, each sound running into the next.
I would love to get into the mind of Allison Thorpe. Humor is not easy for a lot of writers, but Thorpe’s words flow onto the page just like melted butter.
“Where Is Our Black Avant-Garde?” by Zinzi Clemmons in Literary Hub Clemmons’ piece is an intriguing explanation of the types of literature that are personally
by Emily Ramser “I’m assembling a box of toys—“ by Mary Lou Buschi in Thrush This poem is reminiscent of a child’s nursery rhyme in