TRICKSTER by Kiara Letcher
There’s a fly in my champagne coupethe door is locked from the wrong side
Freshly squeezed stars and glitter all over the floorfreshly squeezed heart vessels and vermillion all over the groundI once read that...
LEARNING A SONG by Jyothsna Phanija
Writing on a Tree
Thick plainness as sodaIce like migraineSlowing down thoughtsAs a reliefI findFingers covered in sandalwood paste.Half of it is wiped away with water, tingling,Listening to kajriI think of scrubbing fingers harshness in...
LIFE NEVER STOPS DANCING by Russo Shanidze
WHO ARE WE?
Words matter—Words are powerful—Words can save or immensely damage us.
But the question is “Which words do we want to choose to embroiderThe blank sheets that can last for a lifetime?”Before the words...
DIXIE CUP by Grant Vecera
Summer, Speedway, Indiana 1975
I guess because his dad was a dentist,Jeff Beverly had a 500 ml syringe—minus the needle.
Looking back, I understandwhy all the grown-upssaid I was disturbed
for many reasons, but mainly
because of that...