Our third annual High School Poetry and Prose Contest is now accepting submissions! Learn more about it here!
My beard, mostly gray now.
Pile in the sink like snow driven over
by trucks delivering toothbrushes
people could have gone to get themselves.
Fruits and Vegetables
Carol Hart
I didn’t know then how delicious they are fresh,
simmered with butter, thyme and cream. Maybe
you never knew. Yours were Birds Eye Frozen—
boiled, salted, turned out onto the plate.
Alligator Pickles
Xenia Sylvia Dylag
The tiny alligator wasn’t so tiny anymore. Its leathery face was smushed up against the sixteen-ounce pickle jar.
