Author: Threepenny Editor

Phillip Lopate

Long ago, before you were born,I lived in a house at the edge of a forest.It was a yellow house; you’ve heard me speak of it before.Much of what happened…

Richard Locke

Francie Lin

I hate it when their dads dietheir moms toobut dad always dies moreso, I relatetrying to sit through classwith your bones not there to support youyou dissolve into the desktry…

A firefighter’s lamentation They do not wander off,walk around lost,or even get up from the groundto search for loved ones. There is no floating awayinto the skywith gilded wingsto embrace…

Yiyun Li

Sabrina Helen Liv

On narrow roads twistingbetween the farms, if farmsthese were and not fallowfields set off by stone wallstoo low to keep anythingin or out. I’d been toldthat when the west wind…

Three boys down by the riversearch for crawdads. One hashammered a spear from acurtain rod, and head down,jeans rolled up to his knees, wadesagainst the river's current.Barely seven, he's the…