i was born with a dead dialect sewn to my skin having a specialty for its translation. a dragon shelters in my house and my room is always a furnace…
They told us to wrap him up tightly and play on repeat the sounds of somebody’s heart beating in the womb – WHOOSH WHOOSH. Sometimes in the dark, on the…
When I belch vines of what won’t go in after a lovely meal, I know there is an alley of discontent around the corner. Thieves approach with soft feet and…
& i refuse to believe that the waveform i scribbled into your bedroom wall has become a flatline beneath tiny amulets of white light, glowing carcasses scintillating in the moonlit…
I. Pumpkin-rot twists the open sky and morphs into tornado sirens that echo through the bleached hallways of my built-in-1928 high school. I am reading Of Mice and Men in…
Header photograph © J. Bish.
When I was twelve & after a smoke my father would put on the only zombie movie we owned, for relaxation. The main character was a girl dark kinky hair…
When I summon my knees do you long for yours when I pried your kneecaps clean and slurped their oysters when I kidnapped your kneecaps to a biker bar when…
For Julen For twelve days all of Spain kneeled, heads bowed, hands pressed in collective prayer, hope from the hearts of millions cascading into the borehole, hope glowing around your…
If a word is repeated enough in the same spot, it lingers like dew on limp flora. I once saw the ivied headstone of a baby, and wondered how many…
Header photograph © Randy Baker.
During Vietnam, I sneaked into the pantry to spoon powdered Tang® into my mouth, this chemical concoction that stained my tongue orange, and sure, the sugar was real as the…
here, every girl has a story. each one with plots thicker than blood. like clots trickling down thighs at penetration; some forced, some welcomed. like when the sun kisses your…
