figments
Dear Deity, I keep having dreams of stepping on sidewalk cracks but you’re not my mother. Ideally you would have a form, something contained designed to hold…
Felis catus is man’s fair-weather friend, You may have heard. Especially those with coal-dust coats, For man is loath to pass their way. Those lively bundles of spirit…
Author’s Statement: This piece is about the Russian invasion of Ukraine. Please donate to humanitarian efforts if you can. Boys swagger pastOn the cement,Wielding their cigarettesLike bayonets,Their bootsLike…
a revision of “Murmur” by Daniel Borzutsky what is the voice. who does it murmur: with mud with blood with dogs. in its mouth there is a…
Listen for the sound of my voice— So stalk along with me, along the towpath: a reflection of the sky, pink in the haze of winter. Ghosts in…
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