The napkins are hills, the saucers
and cups line up, the evergreens.
-Geyser by Cat Dixon on the virtual artists collective website.
The napkins are hills, the saucers
and cups line up, the evergreens.
-Geyser by Cat Dixon on the virtual artists collective website.
spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer… if the Santa Maria
Holds true; if God wills it, & the wind is right; if this is the outlet,
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The exit—a door; if we can bomb them all back to the Stone Age,
Start over again & still keep their wallets …
-If this is the Elegy for the Fallen St. Christopher by John Pursley III on the Black Warrior Review website.
I offer her myself but she declines.
-Suck Up Your Joy by Aidan Baker on the Vestal Review website .
To be or not to be
late to work?
-Decorative Knot By TJ O’Donnell on the Four Ties Lit Review website.
every mangrove root, every farmer,
every spray run, every Geneva Protocol,
spacer
every bulging eye on a persimmon head,
every orphan, every generation after that,
-Operation Fertilizer by Sophia Terazawa on the Mud City Journal website.
the bed could claim no owner,
no mother, lover or confidant, when it made music
in the clutches of a night it sounded like a left turn
on a flat tire, it sounded
like a pointer finger caught in a crevice, it sounded
like that.
-the bed was a blues lyric, by Patricia Smith on the Gulf Coast Literary Journal website.
Watch Listen Read
Even now, your life bites your death’s lip,
parts its sleeping hair.
-Because none of you know what you want follow me by Corey Zeller on the West Branch Wired website.