Anni Mirabiles Gnawed women warned me: love is something spiteful spat at us by the stars. Lust, a spit we tie ourselves to turning grinning crisping for a brief feast. Wide-eyed, I watched people slice…
Browsing Category Poetry
lupine dance in the blow-by of trucks then rest while hummingbirds taste their sex
lupine dance in the blow-by of trucks then rest while hummingbirds taste their sex I sit by the side of the road with an old dog chewing on sour grass wait for the sun to…
Two Poems from Shannon K. Winston
The Girl Who Talked to Paintings For Katharine Millet, the original subject of John Singer Sargent’s Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose Painting, 1885-1886 I. Syllable by syllable, my father’s words bore into me. Metal-edged, spiked, they always…
Three Poems of Separation
The tree outside the barbershop was struck down sometime last night, its Siamese boughs wrenched from each other in violent divorce and the weaker flung to the ground— someone, some official someone, has hedged the…
