Sara Fetherolfʼs work has been published in numerous journals and nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She lives in Brooklyn and teaches at Hunter College …
By Leigh Lucas. In your former life, so you’re told, you were wild./ You threw yourself down stairs to end a pregnancy
Poet, performer, and teacher Megan Buchanan lives in southern Vermont with her two children, where she teaches high school humanities to teen mothers.
Batman – poem by Leigh Lucas, a writer who lives in San Francisco. She is working on her first collection of poems.
Karla Lamb earned a B.A. in Creative Writing from GVSU, where she served as a poetry copy-editor for Fishladder and a contributor for INwriting newsletter. Her poetry has appeared in Pittsburgh City Paper, Neon Lung and two issues of Runaway Hotel. Her poem “Dear Father” was recently anthologized in Voices from the Attic Volume XIX. She is currently enrolled in Carlow University’s Creative Writing MFA program. She curates DOUBLE MIR OR Exhibit, while attending workshops, readings and collaborating with other artists and writers in Pittsburgh.
Janet McNally’s poetry collection Some Girls won the 2014 White Pine Press Poetry Prize. Her young adult novel Girls in the Moon, about sisters, mothers, daughters and an iconic 90s rock band, is forthcoming from HarperCollins.
Sometimes, the second after something nice has happened, I long for death. A kiss. A cup of coffee. A song on the car radio I have to sing along to.
I keep hoping for a reinstatement, for Pluto to return to the end of the line of planets, the period, the punctuation of the galaxy. It wasn’t so long ago, we were planetary, a speck of dark matter floating around the Milky Way, our parents’ universe.
Emily Wallis Hughes is a California-born poet currently pursuing an MFA at New York University, where she is a Writers in the Public Schools Fellow. Her poems have been published in Gigantic Magazine and Sacramento News & Review, and anthologized in Burning the Little Candle (Ad Lumen Press).
Divya Victor, an AWT contributing poet to the Play issue, fittingly wrote “This Whiteness is Bob Saget” on a dare. It rose from a conversation about racial fetishes and sexual identification, eventually…
“We don’t always know what the hell’s going on, and we often start asking questions during arbitrary moments,” explains poet and visual artist Bianca Stone.