— Tell me something I don’t know. Everyone who holds the line is not brave, and everyone who gazes over channels is not a dreamer. And I am neither. I am eating paper in…
Browsing Category Poetry
Poem with Fingerprints by Ryler Dustin
— Here’s a poem dark with fingerprints, all the fingerprints that touched the paper it’s on and made the machines that took the pulp that had once been wood held by gloves with secret…
Typographical Sentences
— Geometrical regularity and a line full of nudes and an alphabet we could dance to and come together oh why don’t you come on one two three one two three. It’s rhythmic, the…
Bird Poem by Alicia Salvadeo
Bird Poem by Alicia Salvadeo It always begins with a dumb little bird: Keats under plums, Whitman on the beach, Williams at his window eyeing trees, the sun rising a minute later than…
Jantzen Beach
— I am Tonya Harding before she invented rollerskates. When she can’t find a thing worth buying, I look for twice as long. You are not my husband. Your arms blunt their violence in…