Taxidermist’s Lullaby, by Hana Gammon
Today, you are soft, full of flesh and promise Skull swimming with live water Electric tide crashing against the hollows […]
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Five of Cups Considers Forgiveness, by Ali Trotta
You put grief into the earth,carefully, with your own two hands,and by the time you are done,there is dirt under
Sisyphus, Mid-Flight, by Leah Bobet
the trouble is: behind him,a crowd of whispers saysyou can, it is of worth, you can. do you not see
Kagewani, by Betsy Aoki
When I pole my boat off the shoals I see her:wavering, rip-step, shadow of arms.I can pierce her with a
Bathsheba’s Corsage, by Elena Sichrovsky
thistle she’s a princess who romances thornswears necklaces of needle-sharp pearls plucked from her father’s brow strung on mother’s graying hair if you
We Inhaled This Wanderlust, by Tehnuka
We begin walking on a grey eveningalong uneven pavement. Two ducks join us, quacking. I recall how, last time we walked
Vertigo, by Abhinav
That last thing is what you can’t get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living
A Lace of Music, by Damilola Omotoyinbo
Don’t be afraid to weave your truthinto a duvet. Sing your demon a lullaby, let it sleep. Give existence a
Next Time, by Sitawa Namwalie
Next time. It will be worse. Oh much worse. Enraged inferno, guns, and young men. Weapons for the destruction of
The Greatest Country in the World, by Rafiat Lamidi
Here we are in the middle of a country of bonesIt’s midnight and there’s moonlight streaming through the window The