Amelia Jenks Bloomer. May 1818 – December 1894.
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 up my spine. I lock my bike, but if someone really wants it they can get it. Going inside, two Camilla blooms, gaudy and forlorn as Mme. Butterfly, snag my…
Morning Light in Vienna
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 away ˙ he asks˙ Where have you gone ˙ I must stay ˙ falling ˙ in this place before he finds me ˙ and says to me again ˙ his…
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 ˙ and when sunrise came it was upon us like a stream of breaking rocks ˙ or like a vein of newmade silver deep within the planet’s iron core ˙…