Member since July 3, 2016 | 105 Readings |
East of Center
The desert climbs East / into the watermelon mountains, / Offering its cactus flowers to boulders / that crumble like croutons into the mouth of…
// / St. Valentine, / We use the rusty Chinese cleaver / to cut a frozen pizza on it’s own dead cardboard. / Today the ants will take the crumbs…
Subscribed by Michael Apinyakul
One yellow onion almost forgotten / And three sweet potatoes mildewing / From the outside in. A cup of milk / Left on the counter a little too…
I don’t like you, up in that machine / Suspended between lives, mildly drunk. / If I were you, I would watch the wing // Because you are much…
because I’m feeling stabby
Dena Rash Guzman
what if misfits & outsidersbanded together and raided ultra-exclusive wood-paneled / basement & ant-infested / backyard literary salons?…
All the Time in the World
In Wichita, it’s navy blue, / Slow, the city a balloon that / Never pops. Smoke swirls, / Smoke clears, humans capture / The light on the castle…
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