how did this elm end up in my lakeing body, or am I meant to be a grass […]
ChrisWalters
In this city, God makes regular appearances, though maintaining distance while purifying air—cleaning neighborhoods and institutions, and the […]
Confession by Tara Ballard
It is Thursday, and the city is fasting, metal gate untouchable by afternoon. The wild dog lies flat […]
Waiting for Rain by Tara Ballard
A family sits around their dining room table, each holding a strand of hair, their own. The younger […]
With or Without a Hypothesis by Tara Ballard
She fears number eight, because it’sinfinite. Being alone, flying, playing the flute. At one end of her fear, […]
Mnemonics by Romana Iorga
The words that had been interwoven in the very being of the beast have been unravelled and removed: […]
Asleep on Park Bench with Palmer and Fowler’s Fieldbook of ...
When my eyes poke out I press them in until they’re smooth,I’m not the kind of person who […]
Self-Portrait as an Interested Person Who’s Looking for Something Beautiful ...
When I open my mouth it’s full of fresh air,the veins in my wrist are sticking out, as […]
Self-Portrait as a Restless Person Who’s Not Disappointing You by ...
Lifting myself upas if I’m casting off,as long as I’m a pilot I’m keeping my eyes open, rolling […]