Things that are long The year it felt like everyone was dying The year everyone actually died The years 2016 to 2020, also 2015, and January, always The five days before your parents can get…
Browsing Category Poetry
“Motherland” and “Past Perfection”
Motherland Bucia rode a boat from Polska before she was babushka and birthed American dolls: mother and grandmother. I call them …
But Have You Ever Heard Such Quietness
But have you ever heard such quietness as aftermath: senility of fight, diminuendo truth, that slow regress? June. Whole world “can’t breathe.” Vicarious sufferers. All swallowed fire. Bright. But have you ever heard such quietness…
Girls’ Night
Lisa says food is sad, hasn’t eaten in three days. Jan is made of matchsticks, wants the boys to light her, light her, light her. Sean gives herself a buzz cut, grows girl tired. Mae…
“to mukethe” and “notjustyet notjustyet”
to mukethe come listen to the wind with me. those gulf storms are still blowing residual gusts east, only so much that it’s a nightlong pleasant rattle on the bedroom’s flimsy windows; not enough to…