by Haley Morgan McKinnon my partner makes me my favorite meal and eats plain noodles by the handful as he goeshe tells me if you ever bring a glass cutting board into my house I will break up with youbut he uses it anyway and as he chops garlic into fineness he is focused and he makesthe same face as Read More
Tag: nov 25 2019
Sea gods self-soothe
by Ankh Spice Tangaroa’s belly flattens, swellsinto the bright blade. Light honed by a creeping moonis the sharpest of all light, slipped glass ruptures him – quickening mercurybeads through cold ink. At his edges, silvered waves break, and breakagain – this is the nature of waves – but to shush, shush yourself calm, knowingthe shattering will go on until even Read More
Why Don’t You Do Something About That Pain
by James Diaz I’m the kind of secret no one knew how to keeppain pine and deep, I was wintry redlotto scratch off’s walkin’ along the highway wishin’ I knew what life on the other sideevery kind of other side – was really like then I drifted in my head for years and yearswent to war with voices that were mine mine mine took Read More
Don’t Talk to Me or My Bed Ever Again
by Rachel Tanner Sunday is the lord’s day and the lordis my bed. I stay here, wrapmyself up, stretch my limbs outlike a starfish. There is no one else hereto take up room that is rightfully mine.Mine mine mine mine mine. My bed is a table. It’s a desk. It hascrumbs in it from who-knows-whenand I don’t give a fuck. I Read More
Good Mourning
by Ashley Sapp hello mo(u)rning, your cold dew leaves a trail upon my skin, and I bear witness to how your weight waits to be seen by dawn, warmed by it, lightened by it, even consumed by it; new day, I am told, is a new beginning, but bereavement is a cycle – a Read More
How To Time Travel: A Technical Manual
by Anna Spence Evolution Behind us, the rainclouds are climbing over one another at the horizon and the sky is water-green above the burnished savanna. You grip my neck for balance when you heave your bulk upright and break the surface of the dry sea of hissing grass. Your eyes, hooded under heavy brows, are keen and good at judging Read More