Sweet, cherubic boy who loved a woman SOOOOOO much it warranted the high praise of the exclamation point, the x’s and o’s, even an elated smiley as though this love, this identifier of secret property…
Browsing Category Poetry
What we said by Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco
We didn’t make the rules: the rows of words laid down like hammered nails — they didn’t speak for us. The thistles lazed in sullen groups, their heads dipped down, they rolled their eyes, they…
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Lion With References to Sontag’s “Unguided Tour” by Jamie Carr
1. This is the last stop, kid. Ferry boats like giants. When you left for London, you started with my eyes. “Come on Lion,” I said. “Say it like you mean it.” And you…
Breakdown at Insurance Firm by Chris Crittenden
he thinks fluorescence might be a blizzard, and snow angels could be sculpted in the drifts. the only escape he has. it lunges out of the delinquency of his Id, disrupting the algorithm of the…
Patterns In Rotting Wood by Chris Crittenden
gills, scabs, cuts, cyrillics not found in vacua, dark matter or nix. fingernails, orts, hemidemi- semiquavers, brawl of apostrophes, crows-feet circling grandmothers’ chins, duck/rabbit blitz, codex of muzzles losing shape, Ark’s freckle and Hyde. kiss…