AIDAN COOPER
Where the chunks notice childhood / behind the awning of our mouths. How we’re domesticated dogs / with teeth sharp only for peanut butter. / Move me to the place you learned the crust carries …Continue Reading Peanut Butter
Category: 2024 Spring
Junk Drawer
LILA SCHLISSEL
Mom said I was a hoarder like it was something / to be cured, jewelry boxes to be shaken out and become / Ricola-wrapper-rain clouds // for Ricola-wrapper carcasses / waxy paper skeletons that / gifted a small throat honey-coat sweet…Continue Reading Junk Drawer
Woven to the Senses
ALEX WOMACK
I hold it in my hands. My finger finds a thread and traces it, from white to gray to black, and marvels as it darkens. Is this color enough? What about the length – how many yards is enough?…Continue Reading Woven to the Senses