Scar
There is an artistic paradox here: wherever a scar forms, nothing else can grow.
Sisyphusina
Proximity is often a necessary discussion tool for intimacy. Not that there is a prerequisite distance prescribed to intimacy, but that distance and closeness can both be influencing factors in burgeoning relationships. The direct and possible results like becoming fonder of someone are so tangible and tantalizing, yet we always seem to be in discussion […]
Rain in Plural
Poetry is engaged to dreams or a dream-state, and the surprising word-choices shift us into a world where clocks drip
Same Faces
The twist of the shortest word in a line of the longest poem acts as a flicker of light brightening the most minute detail in the frame
La Chica’s Field Guide to Banzai Living
Through imperial violence we are made alien in our own land. “This belongs to you. / It does not belong to me.”
Hot with the Bad Things
Grieving violence creates a kind of horrific palimpsest of how the public choruses events.
Paper Bells
Awash with wandering loneliness, Phan’s lines vacillate from contemplative to biting, economical to allegorical
Understory
Photo by Phil Roeder when you lift your toe, the fabric falls, folds. the ropes dance. your hair drags along the forest floor and my comb follows. tonight, we’re lost at sea, hidden in plain sight. let’s not worry our wishes into birds or close off a corner of the room. let’s have a thicker […]
Aubade for the Anthropocene
Photo by John Morton Outside, a tree, dried out & skeletal, moans. Dead in spring. The roots can’t find water. It’s May, the city isn’t greening anymore, & trees are sick of the sun. Say the sky’s the sickblue of hospital walls. Say her name as she coughs & gags in predawn heat. She tried […]
Mile 57—
Photo by Intermountain Forest Service, USDA Region 4 Photography Pennock Trail There was a boy who was a boy who was a tree who was a river and a rock and a cloud. Who was a nothing more than a something who wanted to be nothing but a flash under sky over field. Who wanted […]