by Brenda Mox
Read More »Seekers of solitude drift and ebb like waves
through this world
bestowing grace through rites of creation.
by Brenda Mox
Read More »Seekers of solitude drift and ebb like waves
through this world
bestowing grace through rites of creation.
by Jess Mendes
Today Manuel gave me apricots
and I sliced them up for breakfast.
The sun is less a knife and
more a craving. See?
some things areRead More »
wordless, and others do not
need to be worded. so i am learning
speechlessness.
by Abigail Lee
Read More »wooden beads tangled and tagged
sweet-smelling baby doll with pink dotted brows
Art Deco cat with a bug in one eye
by Sonia Nicholson
at the door leave the dirt the bitter pine out back dear let me hold
your pretty feet on my lap (yes, Pretty) please i don’t mind the cold
by Randall Amster
Read More »almost impossible to hold inside
for another interval of lost light so
you pour some rage all over the page
only to immediately feel the need to clean it up
by Moe McCarty
It’s my first time, and I didn’t know any better.
I’ve counted my mistakes as though if I could only improve the math, they’d wash away into the gutters.
Read More »by Reese Bentzinger
Read More »threads of yarn spilling
from one’s mouth, echoing
my sweater’s unraveling