GASTROPODA

Lifting Up the Log #7: What do you call this world? by Laura Titzer

How did you come up with the title? The title was actually where the idea for the poem derived. During a specific meditation practice...

I’M NOT SAYING YOUR GARDEN IS FULL OF SNAKES, BUT I’M ALSO NOT SAYING IT ISN’T by Ian C. Williams

After the move, I inherited a garden— every bed overgrowing its edging stones with weed and tangling vine, withered tendrils and twisted...

When the Stars Fall by Cathy Ulrich

The stars, when they fall, fall like rain, like broken-wing birds, like falling stars. The sky goes velvet black in their absence. They...

heatwave warning by Arushi (Aera) Rege

and this is how it goes, my skin stuck to the sofa, my thighs slick with sweat, my bra soaked in the sun. so it’s summer, so it’s a dry...