Poetry

Their hearts of glass filled with sand, their dunes sculpted by the blood’s shifting winds. Their […]

The Sisters as Sisters by Jordan Windholz

The ladybugs are suicidal again, crawling along the inside of my window panes, bright jots of […]

Tethered to the throne by my own talent. Of course I relished the power sometimes. To […]

How do we code trapped in the light— little spider in amber, extra in the camera […]

To the fourteen autonomous regions of my body hairs, welcome. Toes—good evening, are you blue? If […]

When they lift the baby to my chest, his skin’s still slick with clots of vernix. […]

I’m driving to preschool in the fog, scrubbing the cast iron again, char under my nails, […]

Strangers always tried to touch my hair. They said, Why not wear a hat if […]

Yes, in the great war we massacred dogs. Afterward we ate them roasted over fires. Wag your […]

Eyes blue behind scratched shades, we rubbed ourselves with olive oil left imprints on the pool’s […]

a beautiful outlaw Bad press? Add ache. Deter meme-streak: assure them, we’re death-mask empaths—just breeze-captured […]

I want to ask for your hand on my belly, the riverbed of your palm pressed […]