after Matisse You have pencil-scarred knees, foot-soles. Bones and flesh round as worry-stone. If I took that right arch as if to rub clear the sweeping marks, you would press into my firm grip.
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Butterflies
It started with butterflies. Wings splayed and restrained. Proboscis coiled, but dormant. The softness, hardness, softness as the pins popped the abdomen, the innards, the felt. The crisp crack of Styrofoam. The tints of them,…
Realities That I Now Recall
After school, Damon reached into the pocket of his rain jacket and showed me a fragment of his mother’s bone, as smooth and white as a swan feather. I had never seen a human bone…
Vending Machine Reliquary for Vending Machine Jesus
Amy Leach is a sculptor living and working in New Jersey. She is highly influenced by popular, and not so popular culture in her work. Amy strives to create works that have the look and…
Geography Is A Bitch
Erica grew up in Seattle, Washington where she attended the University of Washington. She currently resides in Brooklyn and attends the New School where she is working towards an MFA in Poetry. Previous publications include the Monarch Review and Snail Mail Review.