The roots and herbs we just picked are now floating in the rain puddle that has overcome her satchel. I start to run, and she chases. She laughs like a …
It would only take one minute. You are sitting alone. Alone at the lunch table like you always are. But she is so alive, fire and the bright lightning of …
Her hands are leaking into me.Her sweetness overtaking my sour, bitter bodyI can hear nothing outside the melody she speaks to meHer tongue flips and foldsInto affirmations woven from goldHer …
How do I describe myself? I know there are others like me and similarly have fundamental parts of themselves hidden, such hiding being out of necessity and inability to do …
OptometristThey treated me badly at the last placeCalled the regional manager and wentKarenSitting in the chair now, you looking into meInside of meKnowingThere are similarities All too clear Yeah, when …
by M. McDonough Scrape out the flesh with the back of your surgeon’s knife; keep the fat. Render it over a fire of insurance denials & medical bills.Make votive candles …
by Sarah Rodriguez It is the summer of all this and more:of sea-rising romanceand heat-curdled revelry, of humid, floral insomnia,of peaches, dripping in both hands,of parallel comets burning parallel skies, …
by K. Quinn Marchman I saw the purest souls of my generationDirtied byRavenous Apathy and Rudderless Ambition.The daily minimum requirement of fucks to giveDamn proud to display the deficit. And …
by Erica Hoffmeister To the body that no longer feels sexual: the one leaking from several parts, even still, weeks after birth, after your body became solely yours again, but …
by Matt Clifford “And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen …
by Jane Ripley Fucking flowers in Spring. Fucking flower patterns on dresses. I long for darknessNoir films and Goth kidsSwaddled in black. I long for my Mother’s dark Sense of humorAs …