Member since February 25, 2010 | 2,626 Readings |
A.M. O'Malley teaches creative writing and media literacy at the Independent Publishing Resource Center in Portland, Ore. She has been writing, publishing and causing a ruckus for the last 20 years.
for C.D. Wright / I always let my polish chip. My teeth / are small in my mouth. I used to get sciatica. / Since 1979, not before, I have looked …
I Want to Be Your Best (Facebook) Friend
Ice is my favorite luxury. / Paper towels are my most frequent vice. / I used to be very good at lying.I am addicted to canceling…
Living it Up While You’re Going Down
What I really wanted was a jean jacket with silver studs. Stay gold. The Baptists left a bag of clothes on the the stoop. The jean jacket you held…
The Red Rambler
I remember the taste of metal on my lips, the crickets complaining about the noise, twin lights cresting a hill down the road. A red Rambler’s…
My Mother’s Second Husband
She told me that her husband had sat with Rosie all night after she’d had her pups. He dozed and Rosie overlaid one with her big tired body. The…
Blasphemy is Easy in Love
Her brothers passed me at the dinner table like salt. Her sisters took me out of each other’s arms with fingers spread to protect my neck. Aunt…
What To Expect When You’re Expecting…
I was a cluster of cells, a zygote, a would-be zeitgeist screwed into her / / guts. She had a tender mouth, an eye for Maiden's Blush. A…
Prisoners Are Not Called Prisoners Here
I am buzzing in through three gates, the sound is like a tantrum. / A a man in Unit 4 blue "INMATE" in orange across his chest is…
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Dena Rash Guzman
what if misfits & outsidersbanded together and raided ultra-exclusive wood-paneled / basement & ant-infested / backyard literary salons?…
Dena Rash Guzman
This is going to get better, / if not until the universe eats Earth. / You’re the one who always told me, / it will all work out in the end.
Money Is Murder
I once heard // of a teenager / who threw a fifty-cent piece / off a highway overpass / / The coin pierced through / the windshield of a…
Non Pearl Body
Nathan Wade Carter
God’s eyes are yellow. // I peer into them / in my celestial bed. / The color of god. / Heaven is yellow. / The stars spell things / whether we…
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