We live along the lush-dry corridor, blocks up from the Train Mouth. After school, flouting rules, we walk Akela Road. Heat splits our nostrils. Dirt browns our undies. Dogs leer and nip. These are dry-boy…
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REACTOR by Serena Solin
cars unable to a line not moving …
At the Corner of 6th and Pine by WLS
There, in someone’s front yard I saw a glass bowl, turned over on a hole, with a red-brown brick on top. In that airless chamber, a small swarm of desperate wasps swirled. I did nothing…
SOMA: Bloody Mouth by Yunkyo Moon Kim
Bloody Mouth, You immure me. Mouth is holding an ocean of blood. Seething with jealousy, I tuck the tropical fishes and tinfoil seaweeds safely into cheek to taste saltwater without casualty. I am swollen with…
Northern Atlantic: Poetry and Photos by Romane Bladou
the futility of geography the distances that write themselves and the drifting belongings if I am not one or the other, maybe I am in the middle citizen of the Northern Atlantic of…