Photography © Allison Goldin

Poem by Indya Shaw


  Lessons learnt in 2010 1. When an older boy with gleaming blue eyes starts to take your clothes off, stop him. Rip his t-shirt and his pants off, and run with them between your fingers. Leave each item at a spot where you two have made a memory. Teach yourself to forget the directions…

"Inroads" © Stacy Esch

Poem by Amanda Tumminaro


  Fiddlesticks! I will concede she had the upper hand at first (or always), but pronounce my last name like a crackling fire or that degree is wasted. I guess I knew the job wasn’t concrete (fiddlesticks!) But I thought I’d give it a blinded effort or two, for lack of funds, for lack of…

Artwork © Ira Joel Haber

Fiction by Donal Mahoney


  Changes Are Coming in 2085, the Senator Says It was the first time that senators had been asked to go home and address parent-teacher meetings at all the middle schools in their states. Each had been given a sheet of talking points to make the task easier. But Senator Stumpf found the task difficult…

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3TV Presents: Lissa Piercy


    Burning Barefoot   my feet burned on cold sidewalks without shoes  no armor, no words prepared   just this heartbeat that kept running after you  just this tear I kept trying to wipe away  just this affection.  open armed, chest exposed, faltering   that deer that stumbles on its first steps  cute   you called me.  but I wished to be ugly  wished you could love the insides, the imperfect   wished that in your drunkenness you called me more than beautiful   you kept saying I was beautiful  but there was broken, too  And I wanted to be strong   and protective   and steel­hearted  wanted to be your champion  make you go crazy with conversation the way that She did  But I know I’m not it   wet behind the ears and wobbly, new   uncertain of me  but so sure of my love for you   I wanted to run but I was still learning to walk so I stumbled  and you caught me  and I cried because you caught me but I knew you couldn’t keep me   and when you were next to me,   I missed you.  because when you hurt me I built a wall thick around this chest you loved to touch  constructed with every time you told me I wasn’t yet enough  I remember when you said you wished I had already grown up  so I am half closed to you   half angry   and all in love.  So tell me what to do  with bare feet running after someone I half hate   But am terrified   To lose.    Lissa Piercy is a Boston based performance poet who recently served as…