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PoetryCome What May
We are cognizant of the black hole at the heart of all expectations, yet our love feels like an orbit; slow and elliptical around…
PoetrySomeone puts out a light
A violet aura fades to indigo along the skyline. The drug of anger, and euphoria, are extinguished— everything that gives me purpose is extinguished.…
PoetryBEAR STREET
"The creature that does nothing will get dafter! And dafter! And dafter!" A man alone keeps screaming as he walks towards Leicester Square where…
PoetryIt’s All My Fault
The wrong side of history belongs to people who eat candy corn one color at a time. Scientists say the twelve ingredients include sweeteners,…
PoetryWrite a Poem to Yourself for Your Ninetieth Birthday
Compose it now, as a guarantee of surviving this turbulent age, take it out for reassurance when you need it most, like a fifth…
Fiction, PoetryArs Poetica
I don’t use a washcloth in the shower. It’s probably bad for me. Not exfoliating, I mean. I bet someone has died from it.…
PoetryThis is How it Ends
Silence chauffeurs loss, I call it—God— another conundrum unsolved. A discreet chill lingers to speak, a farewell from the arctic concludes: if millions of…
Poetryno lighthouse for the smog in my eyes
something in the moonlight like one long goodbye I never heard there's just the upholstery staring at me the long death of the day…
PoetryMelissa’s Bicycle
Mel took off to Cleveland last winter cramming everything she really needed into a hatchback Honda Accord: herself, her purse, a fluffy Alaskan Malamute Koda.…
PoetryFire Moon Rising
California, 2020 North, South, and Central, wildfires under a quarter moon threaten the entire state. The fire moon looks down on them red as…
Poetry.salvation
. there are things made bright bled folded autumn arrives and the yellow eyes close sunflowers jiggle then lean upturned dirt chokes-up children's fingers…
PoetryJust Another Dream Waking
An apple orchard; slim pathways on the hill in the near distance have turned blue in dawn light. I tell blonde Alice I’m going…