determine my age based on my isotopic decay, the half-lives in which i’ve contracted resulting in beta putrefaction, ah yes, you. my nucleic alpha leaving me an isobar where i pour undistilled ferments, the rims of my beakers, mouths of rabid dogs howling for the return cosmic rays, ones t
maybe i don’t remember the interim the place where dark and light stayed separate there must have been times when we were whole and the world shined in the sun, a plastic toy bathed by the dewy grass. but now when i think back all i recall is the merging, shifting, nights when the morning [&hellip
After “Cambridge” by Frank O’Hara It’s still snowing and the dim fluorescent light looks eerie flickering down the stone hallway with only orange life-jackets to illuminate.The hot spring gurgles, it is the sole heat on earth. I yawn, stretch out my sludge-colored tentacles, and draw shapes
By Claire Furjanic I sit alone on the bench, running my fingers along my light denim jeans. They used to fit me back in 1967 shortly after I got married, but now even the tightest loop on my belt can’t prevent them from hanging loosely around my thinned waist. A familiar car […]
TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT, VIOLENCE, & BLOOD By Emma Gail Compton I. The Bed I had a dream that woke me up at 4:39 in the morning, laying in a pool of sweat in my frigid room. I must have thrown my shirt above the bed; the sleeve was caught on my bed frame and […]
By Emma Gail Compton I am allergic to oranges, but I bought one a week ago. It was the only thing I bought on my stop at the grocery store; I had a coupon for navel oranges and time enough to walk to the grocers. It was only one quarter instead of two. I intended […]
