The body knows things before we know them. It feels them without tongue or need of drum: I knew something was gone from our home before I saw it. The door once party-painted blue…
Browsing Category Prose, Poetry, and Art
What I Have to Say by Clifton Bates
My hands are only two tendrils. I need dozens to sign what I have to say. But it’d all fall on deaf ears because it’s questionable what I have to say. Image by: Anders…
Exploring Sand by Clifton Bates
My guide, bringing up the rear, led me on by not correcting how I went. Image by: Fikret Onal
Cicadas by Chelsea Henderson
It darkens. The sun drowns in the horizon and never resurfaces, leaving us to our hands and lips beneath a charcoaled sketch of sky. Azaleas in white for the occasion, wine humming in our glasses…
Noah’s Wife by Marianne Kunkel
But with thee I will establish my covenant; and thou shalt come into the ark, thou, and thy sons, and thy wife, and thy sons’ wives with thee.—Genesis 6:18 Butter knife still clenched in one…