Anni Mirabiles Gnawed women warned me: love is something spiteful spat at us by the stars. Lust, a spit we tie ourselves to turning grinning crisping for a brief feast. Wide-eyed, I watched people slice…
Posts tagged Poetry
On the Corner of 5th and Orange
the three of us turn right. Past the iron fence wrapped in raspberry, thick with bee song and morning glory’s violet, the tree’s jaw and its opera throat hitting all the right notes. Past the…
Early Morning Rescue
I search the blue dawn for her fire. She scents of smoke and burnt matches. I steer her back to the house. My stepfather will wake soon, demand bread and tea, snatch her by…
Venezia by Alex Lundy
at the first trace of blue I wandered the unpaths, finding myself thoroughly lost in a gray spritz of rain, …
REACTOR by Serena Solin
cars unable to a line not moving …