Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
Chaya or Kids
Afternoon Chaya on the stove, Amma wearily sits at the table, her hand within reach to / adjust the dial. / I want to be in my bedroom, listening to…
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Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
An Extra Dose of Benadryl Never Hurt Anyone, and Other Stellar Parenting Advice
There is nothing as terrifying / and exquisite / as a brand-new baby. / Rivers of oxytocin course through my limbic system. / I feel nearly manic / with…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
Oh, to be Gwen Verdon in a Towel in a Cole Porter Show...
When I think about the Garden of Eden – / that twisted origin story of a felled Utopia / with its sinuous tangle of serpents and sin – / I do not picture…
Fiction , Volume 8, Issue 3
Spine
Torquil reached out a hand towards the bookcase, to a book on the middle shelf, and slowly ran an index finger down its spine, pausing on the embossed…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
Experience more than clean
experience original sinlessness, / your celebrity crush’s / tongue down your throat, / the reality of Santa — / A day no dogs would die / is tapping on…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
Lexical Firmament
Loosen the grip / lower the defence / now we enter / in the fluid paragraph / the one with no punctuation / and with metaphors without like / identified…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
Grey as a Seagull’s Wings
I’d sift the years clean / before a wave of time could / ever break me like a fragile / piece of china again, cast me / into a future grey as a seagull’s…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
Paraph
And if there an indication sprouts that life / may be anything but draining, nurture it. / Green is a tired color for growth now, let / the simple glory…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
mitosis
from where god is, he must have watched / the kafilas muscle across a red-bitten earth like / ants driven out by the sting of smoke in hordes. / it must…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
Hindsight is a Cruel Mason
Wisdom / whispers: you should have, / should have, / should have known / better. / Decisions draft hallways / of yesterdays, without entrances / or exits,…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 3
How to Love
Look into God’s teeth—not Hollywood-white / veneers, but yellowed, jagged edges / that tear through your marrow’s softness— / and admit you’re still pink,…
