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Reese Menefee lives in Kentucky, where she teaches high school English. Her writing has appeared in The Threepenny Review and Glassworks.
We exist on the cusp of light and ruin. / Some nights I pray for time // to fold into itself, then spit us out / small and smooth like tumbled rocks, // alloys of past and present.
January 2025At twenty you’ve managed to erase / our dad’s face from your own, / blacked out his sharp cheekbones / with roses, marked each eyelid / with an upside-down cross to distract / from his glossy brown irises.
March 2023Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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