GASTROPODA

Pied and light-footed, known by its two shades. White among corvids,  dark among doves. Nesting  in a ribcage of mud and twigs.  Never...

Suffer with me. However fast we Run we will never Reach the sea. Suffer with me. This is a strange Place, a hard Place full of Sadness...

It slides down like regret, coated in the aftertaste  of another sleepless night, and I wonder if pain is just another way to measure...

When My Dentist Tells Me I Might Lose a Tooth I think Finally—this is the perspective I’ve been looking for . Not the tall guy with the...

Beckoning in silver bark that defies the spring snow, She shows me tender unfurling catkin  cascading from her skin, preparing for seed, ...

cabbage, tomato, and rice topped with orange cheese; tongue burnt in a bite. Terri Gower is an English as an Additional Language Teacher...

yeah, tracy. as if it’s a place. the poem doesn’t have a soul. any blood. plasmid, scion of slugs. not the religious or lyrical heart....

the tree line is an old eyebrow behind a faceless snow. a truck swerves to miss someone fallen, shovel flung in the air. the flakes try...

Holiday Socks Sitting alone again, in my apartment, my reflection in the turned-off television. The red tips of my holiday socks (raptors...

An outlaw, a swindling hero, I was also just a woman. Born with all the privilege a girl could have, I looked up at the evening sky for a...

Why don’t you tell us so tell us so we know where you come from so we know how to talk to you so we know what you do for a living so do...

after Hanif Abdurraqib God, I can no longer tell the difference between divine intervention and wishful thinking. Perhaps that’s proof of...

Move through your grief as if through water. Clench and kick and tread through its density, feel the salt wash over you, sometimes a...

Faces chalk white and bone, we sit behind the casket, the sorrow in the room enough to cradle our bodies the same way the marble sky...

You’re asking to check my pulse by peeling back my skin and ribs and feeling for the beat yourself; you’re asking for two-in-the-morning...

sun scorch winter kill heart rot bone meal bare root internode heirloom rhizome overseed scarify cold frame evergreen halophyte xeriscape...

at the bus stop the cosmos disintegrates at the edges wind spits a leaf into the gutter swirls it through a galaxy of mud all these dead...

I know I can’t stay hidden forever. I have little choice, even if unseen, must find again my voice and remember, remember how sparrows...

(after Safia Elhillo's January Children - the lovers) Kaffi in the nineties My mother with a  vintage square satin scarf tied to her head...

After we broke up actually after you broke up with me my transcendental friend told me that our departed mothers were so upset by your...