Poetry

the winter first arrived as red […]

The Salem Witch Trials Cont. by S.Marie Clay

On a day in February the Evpatoria beach Is pummeled by a heavy, ice-cold wave And a […]

Walking onto the shore without a plan, without my other mouth. The guttural of Us: […]

My foolish little love gave me dinner, and through the open window of the dining […]

Something about the quality of her tears, you said, to explain how you knew the friend […]

You end up here, in the country of turkeys, A person from nowhere, of all other perspectives […]

Now to chart a way of skinning waves, to throw spray pink inside a rising moon. […]

A labyrinth in past tense :: too much sugar in the blood. How hair dries after […]

Broken neck of bird of paradise, yuccas slit & all the tiny blown to pieces bits of […]

Ruminating hungers that I’ve had since reading Rabelais— Appetite grows by eating—I recollect how only plump chicks—fat […]

You can’t sow words in a field and grow truth. The trace of his burned the […]

They all rolled over and one fell out. I’ve told you a hundred times: there’s no […]