I live in a world of stink—the stink of men, the stink of food, the stink of bug spray.  As I write this, I can see a spider walk up my wall.

Holly Day has been a writing instructor at the Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis since 2000. Her poetry […]

My earliest memory is of crawling to the edge of a cliff
and seeing nothing but pink and blue clouds beneath me
spreading so thick and solid they looked capable of holding me.

Amy K. Genova is former teacher, writer, and naughty girl among other mis-directions. She recently self-published a chapbook […]

In college, I stole shrimp and celery for Mother’s Day. A grocer asked if I paid for the groceries in my bag. “Yes,” I lied.