ch’izh — (Navajo) the rustling of dry leaves A thicket of birds frightened in the night, but then what of the wings? Tongues by day wrestle with the dry leaves each are left with to…
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Of Shells by Stacey Tran
As scale of balance. As object hollowed, emptied of its mass. As framework, mere externality without substance; as in the outer part. Received unto windows as indecent allusion; as glass in its two halves. As…
Engineers are close to trapping a rainbow. How do you trap light? by Neesa Sonoquie
All of these hours and the ice sheets melting into soup, the world now one-third plastic, beach sand like Beta and Atari, phantom erections, phantom voices, a 2000 year-old ghost forest uncovered by rough seas….
Sentence I by Lydia Ship
Each member of my family was born as a page in a book. All of the words had to form a relevant artistic whole, so we spent the minutes of our days examining each word…