by Ainsley Dodson
well my mother?
she was born here
she was born with a hernia
that’s not a metaphor
Tag: life
A Cold Morning
by Curt Hill
Another cold morning here.
I think of the unhoused,
Where do they go as the temperature
drops and the rains come?
we were meant to move
Back to Square One
enderman’s perception
by Mitch Estern
nothing interests me—
not even the dark,
nor the scorching hell,
nor the fields afar.
On Loneliness
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?
Yard Sale
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
bare
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
2 poems
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
It’s My First Time
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.
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