1 caretake the lost causes, a mother’s legacy
the healthy ones count their crackers to be seen
Read More1 caretake the lost causes, a mother’s legacy
the healthy ones count their crackers to be seen
Read MoreDevouring five bottles of malt duck and a bag of lay’s potato chips
with the godfather on a night of pouring rain in late October
“can you look at it” i asked,
without meaning
to say those words
On Friday’s I search
For your face in mirrors,
visiting bars soft lit by streams of
sapphire bulbs; by eight-o’clock
"I'll never drive on that road again," she said,
as if it was the road who killed him
with her tempting curves
and shimmery guardrail waistband.
I asked to keep
the lights off—
and in the pitch black
you pulled me in
CW: Abuse
Read Moresmoke whirls in the air, great swaths of grey
snatched up in the sharp winter sun, the chilled wind
clawing its way across the brick exterior of the bar
Read MoreI know it's a sexist thing to say, but women
aren't as good at making music as men…
–Julie Birchill, former NME journalist and author
Read MoreLet this halted journey have nothing in common with who you are, who you dare.
It happens, every accident, in slow motion; your past finding a full stop.
Read MoreFirst the toes seize up. We triple in size. Cower behind our blue ox. We fasten our fingers over
our mouths so that they may not find us by our breathing.
Read MoreMirrors stretch ceiling to floor only
wall decor her own body black-legginged
taut white tank top torso-molded
action figure ready to raise iron
Read MoreBy Israeli-born poet Lee Broda
Acre, Israel
Last Time I Checked, I Was Still an Israeli
My Aleppian Legacy
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