Dawn Schout I stay in a hot tub until my heart races, face sweaty, body steaming, chlorine scenting my hair. I’m sandwiched between men, brush arms and feet with them sometimes, then move away because it’s expected, not because it’s what I want, in the shadows, facing away from the porch light. Cool raindrops leave… More


Dawn Schout The ground they stand on rumbles. Earth splits open, parts its lips, yawns, exposing brown teeth. It swallows him but leaves her, closes its puckered mouth. She smoothes the scar, wipes the smirk off its lips. Dawn Schout has published poems in Lucidity Poetry Journal, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, and Tipton Poetry… More