Tag: Issue 11

like monarchs bitter from all the milkweed hope, in its before-form, is only a measure of protection i swallow, drink from wind. how i squash that same old, same old tamp it down with the tin. maybe it’s best to not turn from the truth but truth is really just what sticks best like beggar’s…

There was a moment, in fifth grade. I, sitting on the floor next to those metal and plywood desks, waiting for the bell to ring me home to my mother, home to the street which was flooded so high I could go out in my bathing suit and lay in it, could forget about my…

Our son twists his face into the panicked look you might get right before a car crash as he stomps his foot and says Your mom’s 
gonna get raped and you’re gonna cry and we wonder where he heard that. His behaviorist told us to whisk him off to his room to mellow his meltdowns,…

after I was diagnosed       &         my friable red gut leaked blood like a new animal I’d grown I came home to learn how to sleep & to name Crohn’s & you should ask someone out to coffee everyone said         &       an ampersand looks like a pregnant belly the…

if I wrote you a love poem : you would have pearls at your wrist and teeth at your throat : wolves have suckled you : in my love poem your skeleton would be soft as a pulse : wrapped in blue rain : fox skull socketed with yellow coneflowers : in a house filled…

The phone rings. Automated call trying to sell me a cemetery plot.   The procurement form is due today and my aunt fell and broke her collarbone. I must get some soy sauce and salsa for the week. The kid texts me a little heart. I am about to text him back but the dog…