Winter 2017
rotting/breathing
maybe you can just hide in someone else’s hands; act as though the moon is a drop of pink milk on the blackened concrete, as though the sun is just another way to hide the way we imprint ourselves in the lives of others. the night has forgotten to alert the tiny gods waiting between… Read More rotting/breathing
The Promotion
Employers love quiet women because quiet women always respond to emails, don’t complain too bitterly when you cut their paid maternity leave in half and never ask for promotions. Erica certainly didn’t. But here she is, tugging at a hangnail in Mr. Fitzpatrick’s office while he tells her that there’s been a horrible accident- Craig… Read More The Promotion
Chimera
What force of nature can oppose a dream, with feudalism vanquished by a King? When part of me is part of “the regime,” but all of me can echo freedom’s ring, where can I stand? why can’t I sit? up front I’m brave, but, still, I disappear within the gray of Black and White: the… Read More Chimera
cumulonimbus
Seek out solid ground. The jutting prows of ships, the waves, the gull who flies alone over oceans and oceans, we all hunger for static matter. We remain specks above a vast accumulation of shipwrecks. Dash against the rocks thoughts of Pyrrhic victory — another drop in the bucket, another day pressed, another twinkling of… Read More cumulonimbus
Riddle
On the sixth day, God, exhausted, threw a little good in us. A peapod nestled in our heads, whispering, warm-bodied, eating up our cruelty. He must have. He must, because the fires I’ll set are still stored up in their spring-loaded canister. And as a child with a chubby fingered fist— And as a jackal-girl,… Read More Riddle
