by Meredith Faulkner I am my own warzone. Bootprints slice through snowy cellulite, marching onward to the motherland, until hypothermia… Read more Issue 14, Poetry: Body Topography
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Issue 14, Poetry: The Cure
by Alison McBain Jump ahead to D-day. Morning comes in heavy tread–the whine of mechanicals eats the air, glass reflecting… Read more Issue 14, Poetry: The Cure
Yes, I Know, He Was Also Hans Gruber
a man put on a wig and made me believe in magic he didn’t talk like everyone else instead he… Read more Yes, I Know, He Was Also Hans Gruber
Almost homophones
part I cataplasm / a medical dressing consisting of a soft heated mass of meal or clay that is spread… Read more Almost homophones
Bottles
Night is when I do most of my catching up, when I talk to my mother, who picks us up… Read more Bottles
Pilgrimage
I – A String or a Rope or a Hope I just want to say that I appreciate how you’re… Read more Pilgrimage
