by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Mar 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Bureaucracies of Water I’ve been reading about ghost apples. They are a real phenomenon, like how everyone we can see on the wide street outside this building is still living, managing thus far, attending appointments, the fissures in their...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Mar 21, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
THE APPRENTICE OF GROUNDHOG DAY I tried to work from a van. Sitting in the passenger seat listening to a guy whistle. His frown, a cloud he lost when his mother died. Each wrinkle he laid as mortar on a wall. More bricks, more weight. I’d watch...
