The Glacier Issue Three Winter 2024 THE FAVOR Sometimes as a favor, I dream other peoples’ dreams. I do it in their stead so they can sleep the sleep of dark silence, so they can take a crack…

I OEDIPUS on Fridays strip my anger off like mummy-wrap / and pitch it at the night, our dusty orchid wallpaper where / shadows are themselves the other half of us, in bed, inside my

Rebecca Hawkes “why suck the strap” why look at a sunset. why listen to your favourite song. why stop to smell the flowers. come on now – Tumblr user @bloodpups To live ethically in the present moment...

by LAUREN K. ALLEYNE from Issue 12 … Continue readingImmigrant Duplex

Approximately thirty seconds before dismissal, one of my first graders asks me what wind is. I freeze up, sixteen first grade faces watching me, they all suddenly want to know what wind is, right now,...

What should we tell our children about it?

'I’m the way she likes anyone left behind — / undeserving, falling.' New poetry by Michael Martin.

It’s just this time they got it rightI mean that’s what they saidfound the reason why some ofus go feralwhy […]

The first thing we discovered was that vampires loved contracts. Well, no, sorry, I guess the first thing we discovered was the vampires themselves — that they’re real. We figured it out pretty quick,...

What else was left for her to do? Giant in pink, her laughter clanging down Charles Street like bells rung wild to the dystopian melody. She was a blaze in glorious sequins. Swirls through the crow…

Four Poems Dorianne Laux Garage Band for my brother, Jack My brother had one, my boyfriend.Every man I have loved loved music.Each song a pearl threaded onto a necklaceI have worn all my life. I see t...

I held Raymond Carver at gunpoint. I didn’t know he’d be sitting in the kitchen when I busted into the apartment of my old creative writing professor, Gordon Lish. Carver gave me the face he makes on ...

Untelling WHAT CHOICE DO I HAVE ANYWAY? Kari Gunter-Seymour Such a tired questionor slack-spined answer,wind whipping the parched grassinto a thrash of dried-up voices,a leap of grasshoppersmocking the cracked ground. As hot as it is, we may bein the coolest summerof the rest of our lives,a fate that lands jackbooted,a kick to the face,two black … Issue 2 | Winter 2024 | What choice do I have anyway? Read More »

Emily Light's "Central Jersey Roads" is a wintry poem of solace and insight that bridges us to place, with audio.

Rats On Fire

Sorry, I won't follow through on our suicide pact. Something came up. An unforeseen conflict: I don't want to die anymore. Or: I should've gotten it over with at twelve. That's life, I guess, just missed opportunities. I'll frame your yearbook inscription. The notes you passed in English class. We survived physics and our mothers and the teacher who wrote…

Claire couldn’t move. Not a blink, twitch or tic.   Sam shifted into wakefulness, rolling over in bed. ‘What are you staring at? Claire, honey?’ He pushed her shoulder. Frozen solid.   At the hospital...

I AM MY OWN COUNTRY NOW         November 6th, 2024 I am my own country now. I am seated at the very bottom of myself at this time of highs and lows, ebbs and flows, moving through colors of emotion…

As the temperatures drop, warm up with these heartfelt stories

EULOGY FOR A BUTTERED MOON (for Jenna) in the half-light of a dying universe perhaps i am not the moonperhaps i am only the rocketfailing to get theresomething soviet or at least distinctly un-west…