In Venice a fig seed pops against my teeth. Its insides shoot out toward the café tables […]
Daniel Moysaenko
At the wedding the groom dies inside the bride and vice versa. What’s left is a […]
Epithalamium by Daniel Moysaenko
How you got to Thailand doesn’t matter much. It took several decades though to become a facet […]
Artifact by Daniel Moysaenko
Your hands hold the world up in front of me. A diorama of tin-foil clouds and giant […]
Scarlet Tanager by Daniel Moysaenko
A Jack Russell spins to find a spot to rest. A circle replaced by a circle. The […]