—not part of me. She makes up games like Quidditch and plays with me. Body throws me down —not part of me. She makes up games like Quidditch and plays with me. Body throws me down on the playground and laughs with them who laugh at me. My body is a gaping hole that...
If our gratitude dries parched, we think nothing of water If our tongues shrink, we think of nothing but water nothing of water; foresight shortened dry, memory of these -dry -days Water, is taught by thirst. Land — by...
Abattoirs, Abortuaries, and America (HOO-RAH) Bleach and Beer-Batters, Batman! Camaro . . . Catchphrases . . . Catachresis . . . Donkey-sauce; Donkey-sauce; Donkey-sauce Abattoirs, Abortuaries, and America (HOO-RAH) Bleach and Beer-Batters, Batman! Camaro . . ....
Our 2017 Short Forms Contest Honourable Mention. Higher Math I. I didn’t think it could happen again, after the burst tubes, emergency surgery, parents rushing north on a chartered plane. A year after, Janka visits, playing grandma, turning our kitchen fragrant,...
Every night, you sleep on my neck. Contentment seeps through our chakras. Every night, you sleep on my neck. Contentment seeps through our chakras. Your serene breaths and dreams of banana chips and walnut pieces and slow pats on the head, in that flat little plateau...
Low dirt path parts Loch Awe as a helix unbinding. We walk like thistled mutants to Kilchurn ruins. Low dirt path parts Loch Awe as a helix unbinding. We walk like thistled mutants to Kilchurn ruins. Us more ice and pine sap than salt or lanolin, but whisky, yes,...
. . . I found a pair of velvet-coated antlers, three fingers reaching from an open palm still throbbing with platelet’s hot breath . . . I found a pair of velvet-coated antlers, three fingers reaching from an open palm still throbbing with platelet’s hot breath as...
The tongue is lost—now blood pools in her mouth. Her maid stops the wound with a tampon, split down the middle like some carpenter’s unlucky thumb. Philomela The tongue is lost—now blood pools in her mouth. Her maid stops the wound with a tampon, split down the...
With her new magic, she makes you invisible. With her new magic, she makes you invisible. The women with black eyes do not see you, in your bare sleeves, your tired, unmarked face. The women with black eyes can say doorknob. Can say staircase and fell down. She...
We, women, grew hungry, ate from a pile of unassuming, pleasant rocks. They fell down our throats, slipped into the blankness of our bodies. We, women, grew hungry, ate from a pile of unassuming, pleasant rocks. They fell down our throats, slipped into the blankness...