i. We’ve seen armchairs yarned in factories as they take away great grandmother with cancer of the lungs, a string of long fluid woven into her assembly apt for a tapestry, a long room that…
Browsing Category Poetry
February Bloomer by Assra Sudde
It’s been raining and it hasn’t. Rows of grasses glow green, glow with health so they look unnatural. The glowing grass gives me a fright, the only way to say a long i of f…
Fourteen by Jacob Newberry
After Raoul Schrott The sound of running ˙ upheaving of gravel˙ upwind he asks Where are you hiding ˙ the leaves are old˙ like winter at my feet ˙ falling ˙ though I am far…
Aubade by Jacob Newberry
After Raoul Schrott Dark when you came ˙ sky the shade of dying trees ˙ your voice in the forest was the color of melting pewter ˙ heavy with impurities ˙ it tasted of minerals…
The Dilemma As Established By Boltzmann (by Shaun McGillis)
Why have meteorologists such difficulty in predicting the weather with any certainty? —Henri Poincaré He got himself fired for a dream today, or was he dream fired? Heat’s out now, anyway. And deadweight fear,…