A Bad Seed A.I. Chow __________ Although Sarah had always gotten along with her mother, it wasn’t until her mother returned to China that they began to talk to each other like normal people. Which was to say, her mother stopped calling herself “Mommy.” It was okay in Chinese but…
Read MoreZoo (after Max Ritvo) Corey Purcell __________ __________ Corey Purcell is a collage artist and librarian from Somerville, Massachusetts. Their previously published artwork can be found in Window Cat Press and on Instagram. __________ << Back Next >> To learn more about submitting your work to Boudin or applying to…
Read MoreA Few Things Before Coffee Nicholas John-Francis Claro __________ Dear Marjorie, The world it seems has a smaller heart than I originally thought. I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds tragic and somehow a little beautiful, too. I thought I would share it with you. The line came…
Read MoreJames Penha __________ Uncle Ray’s Mirror When, every Sunday, we arrived at The Houseafter the 12:15 mass for dinner with my grand-parents and my mother’s youngest sister wholived there along with the eldest, Jo, the father’sfavorite whose glass eye trembled in lieu of the realone blasted with a BB by…
Read MoreJoseph Sigurdson __________ Letter Nothing’s gone from this white-trash lakeside where young mothers pull honey-buns from their bras and where xanax salesmen can’t spell their own product. You remember the elephantine man. He’s one of the few drunks who nurses me benzodiazepine tea until the petrified spiders are off every…
Read MoreZachary Bond __________ Treating Mania I light a path of candles with my tongue, forkingmyself facefuls of manna, drinking a gallon of hellebore tea. I bathe in a brewof rose oil & lotuswater. The horizon in my stomach continues to flip. The clock inside ticks sideways. Coffinblackcrows paint the sky.…
Read MoreAlice B. Fogel __________ Beautiful What if what you had will befrom a distance clear though it had beenup close indecipherableit could end …
Read MoreDidi Goldenhar __________ Rake How do you make a moral life? Sophiewrites, and later I head to the gardenwith ball of string to save my infant peashoots, tying them on rusty wrought iron.Thank blooming green tulips, thank cilantroand geraniums in cedar boxes.I’m stumped. Humility? Among my hunches—woman kneeling in dirt,…
Read MoreSummer, Corpus Christie Joddy Murray __________ These cobblestone foreheadspeppered in long genetic lines—like head ivy, like finger flowers—pocked in 7th grade and contended:now find a landing strip for my bicycleor throw once more the rusted hatchetinto unfinished garage walls. Sweatfills all these ridges, drips ontosage-green, plastic saladbowls used for corn…
Read MoreAmy Hassinger __________ When Asked to Clean Your Room “Come see my museum,” you say,and you lead me, a hand on my arm,to your window seat,where you have arranged your collection of treasures,each grouping labeled in careful ballpoint printon a folded piece of notebook paper. There are rose quartz and…
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