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JT Tsuchiya the common worm isdegraded, derided,laughed at, stepped on,captured, pierced,fed to northernpike and gilt-headbream,tied to sticksand set to roast onhot coals,routinely humiliated,flung at sixthgraders, pulledapart, placedin the microwave ofthe commonwealthfor entertainmentwhile us vertebratesfall asleep onthe couch. but she does her job,the common worm.she eats dirt,and she does it well. sherefuses to be hectored bythose… Read More lumbricus terrestris

JT Tsuchiya Up!Up! Beyond the tallest pyramids and the mightiest trees!Plow the Earth,Lay your foundation,Imbue each brick with purpose and meaning!Up! Reach ever onwards!Build your tower as a monument to ingenuity!Buttress your glorious behemoth while the underdwellers sleep!Up, to the heavens!Up, hallelujah!Up, there is no tomorrow!Spare no expense!Praise the conveyor belt, worship the factory line!Throw… Read More Ahead and Above

Kourtni McNeil I know my mother will pound On every door. Knuckles Split open and blood dripping Down her hands she’ll stand On some stranger’s front porch saying Please. Have you seen my daughter? I know my father will cry. Right now, a black girl is disappearing. I know my mother won’t stop Saying my… Read More Missing

Kourtni McNeil You do not have to drown.Before you could ever walkYou were swimming. Floating. “Baby.” The name he called you Before he pushed you in Curl back into the fetal positionAnd let the raging water wash over youUntil it’s small again. Until you are smallAgain. And there is only enough oxygenFor you. He is… Read More Born

Blair N Donohue             The female velvet spider enjoys a lifespan of five years, during which she creeps and weaves and idles and bites and thinks about things you and I have yet to consider. We do not know if the female velvet spider gets lonely, but we do know that she passes her life… Read More Matriphagy

Blair N Donohue            There are the unknowable things: what the crows in the trees are discussing today, in shrill, nervous voices; which of the papery sailboats crossing the Bay will somersault, unexpectedly into the rock;                     whether the cable car driver will hear you as you            call out for him to wait, wait,… Read More The Unknowable Things