by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Being Changed I am sap breathtake sound of another day a little door swinging with breezes looking for a superpower in this implacable taxed body like all our devices sending signals emojilike to impossible objects thinking we shall be changed in...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 6, 2021 | Featured, Prose
Hong Kong, China. September 2018 “Well, where did you see it last?” asks Zoo without looking up. He crushes the tiny ants that surge from behind our toaster. “The wedding,” I say. The wedding table dangles upside down outside our apartment’s...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 5, 2021 | Featured, Prose
Empty plate Sister Agostina would turn purple seeing Gloria eat in such a way: sitting on a chair with her legs against the table and the plate of spaghetti on her knees. She wolfs it down, taking big forkfuls. It feels tender and it’s tasty after...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 4, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Sand Angels Sand angels are ghosts we make while still living— giant stick birds all wings and no feet Gordon Taylor (he/him) is a queer poet who walks an ever-swaying wire of technology, health care and poetry. His poems have...
by Desree | Dec 3, 2021 | Featured, Video
Minnesota Land Snail I admire your insouciant saunter– your devil-may-care sashay. The insistent probe of your tentacles; the determined waves of your slimy sole. For you, I lay down on the gritty path. For you, I risked ticks and bee stings. For...
