Megan Febuary November 19, 2021 What Grief Likes Megan Febuary November 19, 2021 1 caretake the lost causes, a mother’s legacythe healthy ones count their crackers to be seen
Megan Febuary November 19, 2021 Psychosis Megan Febuary November 19, 2021 i could breathe if i wanted to / chokeon salt water / watch fish
Megan Febuary November 18, 2021 On Returning From Leave Megan Febuary November 18, 2021 maybe she doesn’t have the fire today.maybe she couldn’t always persist.
Megan Febuary November 17, 2021 Longing Megan Febuary November 17, 2021 I don’t think I have ever felt a longingThat runs this deep
Megan Febuary November 16, 2021 Devouring Five Bottles... Megan Febuary November 16, 2021 Devouring five bottles of malt duck and a bag of lay’s potato chipswith the godfather on a night of pouring rain in late October
Megan Febuary November 15, 2021 A Lonely Summer Megan Febuary November 15, 2021 flowers bloom as bees come out to squeeze sweet nectardry throat and relaxed muscles
Megan Febuary November 10, 2021 Miscarriage Megan Febuary November 10, 2021 “can you look at it” i asked,without meaningto say those words
Megan Febuary November 8, 2021 A Daughter's Lament Megan Febuary November 8, 2021 On Friday’s I searchFor your face in mirrors,visiting bars soft lit by streams ofsapphire bulbs; by eight-o’clock
Megan Febuary October 27, 2021 Interstate 695 Megan Febuary October 27, 2021 "I'll never drive on that road again," she said,as if it was the road who killed himwith her tempting curvesand shimmery guardrail waistband.
Megan Febuary October 26, 2021 Pastel Projection Megan Febuary October 26, 2021 I asked to keepthe lights off—and in the pitch blackyou pulled me in
Guest User February 25, 2021 Three Poems Guest User February 25, 2021 AnxietyDon’t Eat ThatI Swallowed Tears for You
Guest User February 23, 2021 In Praise of the Deepest Winter Guest User February 23, 2021 smoke whirls in the air, great swaths of greysnatched up in the sharp winter sun, the chilled windclawing its way across the brick exterior of the bar
Guest User February 20, 2021 The Door | My Ancestors Cries Guest User February 20, 2021 I walk toward I step through the door—the door.
Guest User February 18, 2021 Conservation of Momentum Guest User February 18, 2021 I know it's a sexist thing to say, but womenaren't as good at making music as men…–Julie Birchill, former NME journalist and author
Guest User February 16, 2021 To Silence –From Defiance Guest User February 16, 2021 The silent slip ofMy tongue over theGlassy roof of myMouth caught
Guest User February 11, 2021 New Name Guest User February 11, 2021 Let 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.
Guest User February 9, 2021 Next | Survival Guest User February 9, 2021 First the toes seize up. We triple in size. Cower behind our blue ox. We fasten our fingers overour mouths so that they may not find us by our breathing.
Guest User February 4, 2021 Her Body A Temple Guest User February 4, 2021 Mirrors stretch ceiling to floor onlywall decor her own body black-leggingedtaut white tank top torso-moldedaction figure ready to raise iron
Guest User February 2, 2021 Three Poems Guest User February 2, 2021 By Israeli-born poet Lee BrodaAcre, IsraelLast Time I Checked, I Was Still an IsraeliMy Aleppian Legacy
