If I had bird feet everything would be different. I’d start paying attention to where I put myself, lifting the knees like they say, going without shoes, leaving tracks. I’d become comfortable…
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Spring Wildflowers for an Executed Man by George Longenecker
For Robert Nelson Drew #755, Texas Department of Criminal Justice Executed August 2, 1994, Huntsville, TX Take a star flower, Robert, and ride its petals above the prison where they killed you. Pick golden…
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd by Jenna Le
Date you again? I’d rather kiss a cuttlefish, my sweet! A cuttlefish has eight long arms; you’re cursed with two left feet. You stick to Brooklyn; cuttles swim the open sea all night. When nervous,…
A Song Called Shudder by Joshua Marie Wilkinson
A kitchen match could warm me here in the gossip— Here in what I’m covering my cuts for— That an eel might not drift up through the waters & find your sleep a…
A Song Called Ranelagh by Joshua Marie Wilkinson
So says the dead woman in her calm ways: What won’t oppose you? What won’t actually challenge you? What won’t call your despicable behavior what it really is? Whom for for you? I…