— My eyes are dates in water, my neck hair kicks up from cold air; the doctor is listening to me breathe on her padded table. When she touches me, I feel curled into…
Browsing Category Art and Photography
Klickitat Haiku by Scott Starbuck
— That can’t be my hat on the stone by the river. There’s gray hair in it. —
When You’re Broke and No One Loves You by Cassidy J. Hodges
— You never could play guitar, voice like the disapproving clicking of 27 tongues. Everything was covered in dirty fingernails and you never slept. Afraid vultured constellations would pick through your quiet parts and…
Socket and Drill
— Woodpecker, far tree. The bark sounds soft from this distance and so I turn the television low to better hear the pause and stab. In the gap, seed birds like pockets of anti-matter…